Sea Salt

 

Summer Creek Waters

New Hampshire, USA

Careful, The World is Sleeping

I've lazed around and buried my self in leaves of books while the world outside changes seasons. Winter has nearly left and the gray skies are finally lifting their veils, revealing the Sun we've missed for so long. Birds outside my window greet me in the mornings and chilly night air wisps around the stars. I've feasted on strawberries, melons, and raspberries. Soon, we'll start growing vegetables in our little garden again. We've finally come out of hiding :) 

Last Summer

It's that time of year again: cold days, winter weather. These photographs are a flashback to two summer ago, when the air was abuzz with life and the skies were blue instead of this bleak gray. We drove north Maine on a road trip, where we feasted on Italian pasta and lobster in our hotel that faced the ocean.Mornings were spent capturing the sun climbing the sky and hitting the waves with its yellow rays. I sat on the boardwalk with a notebook and my camera, waving to early morning wanderers, and ordering iced soda from the nearby shack.

We went on drives up the mountains and spent a night sleeping in our car underneath the starry sky. 
I spent time by the rocks and sat, watching boats find their way across the ocean.

Knit Knee Socks

Winter creeped up upon us without notice and the world outside is now covered in a blanket of white powdery snow. We have been sipping hot tea and chocolate coffee in knit socks in front of the fire or heater that hums us to sleep every night. My life this month has been a lot of writing, reading, and reflecting underneath sweaters or blankets into an endless pit of questions. Here are snippets from today, taken between breaks of working.

 

Autumn Fires Burn

On early autumn mornings neighborhood chickens wake us from sleep, and late nights smell like burning firewood underneath the clear crisp skies. Days are getting shorter and the frost welcomes every touch of  morning sun light. We have stocked up on cable knit sweaters, boots, and scarves. Late evenings, when the sun is on its descent, I enjoy a cup of hot chocolate and read one of my many new books in front of the fire. Our cabinets are filled with jars of all different types of teas and coffees, and nearly everything is topped with cinnamon and whipped cream.

I have been sick lately, laying in bed and watching the sun climb down the sky from my bedroom window. Sometimes, I go to a nearby library downtown and work in the corner near the window that overlooks a pond where geese gather in the evening. Sometimes we just go on short drives around the town with my camera in hand, sometimes we gather around the fireplace and hide under blankets. Autumn, be good to me.

The Children of Spring Winds

In the winds we danced and let loose our hair. In the winds our hands tangled and touched the tips of blossoms--floating by our eyelashes and tickling the tips of our noses. Your curls unfurled with the blossoming season and turned into roses themselves. Our moon crept behind the trees and watched our feet mingle with the cool grass underneath. This is what it means to be a Spring child.

Model: Rehana