Hola..and greetings from the Sierra Madre mountains…
I’m on the road and keeping my eye out for the beauty that abounds in the every day and the unexpected. I will post along the way…
This morning, early, on the roof top of the casita, roses abundant and beautiful. Delicate, pink and full of sunshine. Just so lovely.
This photograph was taken just a week ago, in Mexico, where it was about 30 degrees celsius. Here, back home, it’s heading down to -10 degrees celsius tonight. That’s bitter-cold territory.
Seems so unlikely. A delicate rose on a cold January night.
But, it’s the New Year. The ground can be tender, as new things take hold.
New hopes. New dreams.
Quietly, hopefully, tried on for size. Tentative steps taken. Or, even bold ones.
It’s all sacred ground.
No more, perhaps, than any other time of year. But, there’s a heightened sense of possibility, and with that comes, for me, at least, a sense of the vulnerability and bravery of new beginnings.
And, so, on this bitter cold night of the early New Year, this delicate rose with its pale pink petals seems just the right thing. A reminder of gentleness and beauty and light.
Linking up this week with the wonderful Lisa’s Creative Exchange. Click on the link below to discover some amazing photography from around the world!