Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, or a Buddha with wings, it was beautiful, and accurate, striking the snow and whatever was there with a force that left the imprint of the tips of its wings — five feet apart — and the grabbing thrust of its feet, and the indentation of what had been running through the white valleys of the snow — and then it rose, gracefully, and flew back to the frozen marshes to lurk there, like a little lighthouse, in the blue shadows — so I thought: maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — as soft as feathers — that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes, not without amazement, and let ourselves be carried, as through the translucence of mica, to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow, that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light — in which we are washed and washed out of our bones. Author

Thursday, 29 January 2015

A Garden Seat

Todays card is a Joanna Sheen cdrom...Janet Kruskamp - The Collection. This cd is full of wonderful images, that are suitable for so many people. There is so much detail in the image, I rarely put much embellishment on. I have mounted the image and the backing paper onto some pink card.I have also added an organza bow at the side.

We have snow..not much but the mountains are white and the road is covered as well. I can say that if it freezes tonight..we may have some trouble. The gritter doesn't come up as far as here so it could become quite hairy. All the cats have sat at the window, looking at the whiteness and not even asked to go As I sit here typing, I have Pinkie on the wing of the chair and Raven on my feet, Twinkle and Icabod have retired to their bedroom level in the duplex and are curled up together.

Last night I watched the secret life of cats on the television and have come to the conclusion that the people that made the programme need to come and meet my tribe. They have created their own family which includes Reg and their behaviour doesn't match the normal cat But I have to say that I've always known they're a little strange. The incident that made me laugh was when they were talking about how neatly a cat drinks. They should have met my Gizmo...he couldn't eat or drink without being covered in it and he never cleaned himself..his sisters would wash and grrom him every day.

Well the coffee is calling...Sparkle has just passed me I'm off to enjoy it and watch the snow at the same until tomorrow...take care and happy crafting

1 comment :

  1. Lovely cards recently especially the car one. The weather here has been awful-gale force wind, snow/sleet & freezing temperatures. Good weather for crafting when I'm off at the weekend.