Winter Elation

Cold One

Weekly Photo Challenge: State of Mind

After this week’s snow and freezing rain we were left with an incredible winter wonderland in the valley, complete with a fine veneer of ice crystallized on everything. The twinkle and sparkle of the refracted light dazzled while the crackle and pop of the ice as it disintegrated in the sun tickled the air. It was magical; elating

I tried to capture the magic with my camera, but really you had to be there.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

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©Dorothy Chiotti … All Rights Reserved 2016

Watching the Watchers

Eye Spy

Weekly Photo Challenge: Eye Spy

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One evening last Christmas there was a space of about 20 minutes when I spied our two collies, Abbey (left) and her mom, Sass, watching my husband clear mountains of snow from our driveway.

It was a lovely moment at the time, and a special memory now as Sass has since left to be with our family of pets on the other side.

Memories are made of this.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

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©Dorothy Chiotti

Favourite Images … 2014

 

The year 2014 was a year of ups and downs and highs and lows, but all in all I’d say it was a good year for me.

I have a lot for which to be grateful and I’m mindful of this every day.

Herewith a review of some of my favourite images posted to this blog last year.

A reminder to me of the beauty there is to be enjoyed in our amazing world.

Enjoy and Happy New Year!!

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Salisbury Juxtaposition

Salisbury Cathedral
Taken from Old Sarum, Wiltshire

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Swans

Swans
The Thames at Windsor, Berkshire

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Which way?

Snowed In
Mount Albert, Ontario

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Winter

 Snow Day
King Township, Ontario

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Isle of Wight

Sunset
Isle of Wight

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Abbey

Abbey ~ the most beautiful girlie in the world … to me.

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Man on Snow Hill

On Snow Hill
Windsor Great Park

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Between

Burning sky
Firenze

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Tuscan Sunrise

Morning Mist
Near Iano, Tuscany

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Leaving Pitti

Exiting the Pitti Palace
Firenze

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Radiant

Sunset
Near Iano, Tuscany

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Grand Canal

Classic Venizia

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Muzzle

The softest nose

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The Master Arrives

The Riding Master

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Walking the Dog

Walking the dog
Venizia

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Concert Master

The Maestro
Firenze

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Chillin'

Shakespeare

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What light?

Dawn
Near Iano, Tuscany

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Descent

The rainbow
Niagara Falls, Ontario

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When I'm tired. I rest. Growing up is hard work and such an adventure. ... Aren't I cute?

Spirit Dancer born August 2014
Symbolic of a new lease on life as we enter the new year.

Wishing you much peace, joy, abundance and happiness in 2015.

Thanks for visiting,

Dorothy

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©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2015

The Toothpick

Monochrome Madness: Week 42

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Me and my shadow

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Well, the snow fell hard and fast late last week, and since then we’ve had just one day of sunshine.

Fortunately I had my camera with me that day and took advantage of the pleasant (but cold) conditions to capture a few moments.

Much to the barn manager’s chagrin some of the horses are nibbling the apparently tasty cedar rail fences that surround the paddocks.

Much to my chagrin, Bear numbers among them.

Goodness knows between three generous daily feeds, a bounteous supply of hay and an ample helping of carrots he’s fed well enough.

Perhaps this is his answer to the toothpick?

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

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©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014

Snow Can Be So Pretty

Coated

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An eerie stillness permeates the air

And with the wind the trees doth creak and moan.

Their naked branches not so very bare;

As coat of ice doth shiver, shake and groan.

Ol’ Man of Winter hath his fury wrought

As Mother Nature weeps for what she’s lost.

The children of the Earth in tempest caught

Their innocence, as e’er, too high a cost.

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The calm after the storm a vacant shock

As minds and hearts and souls themselves adjust

To what is lost of nature’s precious stock

And come to terms with this we children must.

For precious life to all of us is given,

But none of us are guaranteed to heaven.

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I’ve started a new journal.

As I am inclined to do, I flipped through the pages of my last journal to see what I’d left behind and found this sonnet written during the great ice storm of Christmas week December 2013.

Written by candlelight, I imagine. I don’t remember. That week is such a blur. Surreal, I suppose.

I love trees and it distressed me to see them suffer under the volume of ice they bore. 

Now, two months later, the only ice left is under foot, and this is a hazard all its own.

Perhaps a month from now the view will be green instead of white. Judging by the mountains of snow and three inches of ice underneath it, spring could be a long way away … and messy.

Still, snow can be so pretty.

Winter

Thanks for visiting,

Dorothy 🙂

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©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell Creative Works

A Slice of Winter and A Wish For Spring

The Green Barn

I have tried to avoid the subject of winter because we’ve had so much of it this year. Still, here it is. Let’s look it in the eye.

Mountains of snow. Treacherous ice in amounts not seen in decades. Temps below zero for such an extended period of time my beautiful rhododendron, sadly, has finally given up the ghost.

(I hope the greenhouses are well stocked for a spring rush.)

Winter

Normal temperatures for this time of year range in the 1C area. Today we’re deep in another polar vortex that’s going to take us through until Saturday. We’re talking -15C with a wind chill of -25C. Triple-blanketing weather for my horse who’s already shedding his winter coat.

Which way?

A dear friend in England sent me a note yesterday in which she included the cheerful news that the first snowdrops had begun to show. I can only dream of a blanket of snowdrops when I’m staring at a bank of snow.

It’s going to take a long time for this mess to disappear.

Still, the days are getting longer. My horse continues to shed his winter coat. And little by little the snow, and the three inches of ice underneath, is melting. (But not today, of course.)

Let’s end on a happy note.

Longed For Tulips

I’m looking forward to seeing these purple darlings in my garden again.

Stay warm. Stay dry. Be happy.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014

The Watering Hole

Blue Jays at the Watering Hole

With the prospect of 20mm of rain in the forecast for today and our lawn, like everyone else’s around here, still covered in three feet of snow, you can imagine there’s a concern about flooding.

Yesterday I was standing in snowdrifts shovelling the white menace away from the foundation at the front of the house forgetting, of course, that under three feet of snow there’s three inches of ice from our own ice storm that floated through here just before Christmas. This is of particular concern at the bottom of the driveway where our downspout from the house, built into the landscaping when we had it done a couple of years ago, empties into the street. Chipping away at the ice floe around that was heaps of fun yesterday.

Weeeeeeee!!!

And now as I gaze through the windows in my writing den out to said street I watch as a fiery pink sunrise bursts onto the horizon. “Red sky in the morning, sailor’s warning.” Hmmm … looks like we’re in for a doozy.

Well, since one of the main topics of conversation around the world of late has been the crazy weather, why should we be any different. Ten centimetres of snow two days ago; 20mm of rain and a possible thunderstorm tonight. And then back into sub-zero temps for the weekend and into next week. Why not?

So, I remind myself of warmer temps to come with this image culled from last summer’s archives.

Two young bluejays pay a visit to our bubble rock ~ the local avian watering hole ~ for a refreshing drink.

The bubble rock is presently buried under the snow. In a couple of months it’ll once again be the gathering place for thirsty birds and a quiet spot of meditation for me.

I can hardly wait.

Thanks for visiting,

Dorothy 🙂

Naughty Jerome and the Bank Barn

Winter Scene

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I love old bank barns.

There’s nothing that evokes the feeling of country to me more than a big, old barn.

Creeping development in the rural areas around here means most of these lovely buildings are being demolished. Beautiful, rolling farmland is being homogenized into ugly subdivisions.

Sad …

Still, as it happens, the farm where I moved my horse last week has just such a century bank barn. Since there is a moratorium on development in that area for the next 25 years, this barn is safe for a while.

Happy!

I’m almost giddy with excitement at the photographic opportunities to be had here as the seasons unfold.

This week before the bitter cold blew through I captured this moment.

Naughty Jerome just happened to be standing about and curious about my activity. His blue blanket offers a hint of colour to an otherwise stark winter scene.

Needless to say there will be more images of this lovely old farm building in future posts.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

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©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014