Summer is a place where the view is so lovely, it gets its own frame.
The colours are so vivid, your breath gets caught in between blue and orange,
and the blue poppies take your breath completely away.
Summer is a place where magic surrounds you.
And the sky consumes you.
Winter is not summer.
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27 comments:
...you can say that again! Oh.....I loved seeing those summer images. mmmmmm...summer!!
I'm way behind. Loved your Pileated Woodpecker. You were so close!!! and I really liked you photographs in the Shades of White and Grey....so like ours, however, yesterday the snow melted and today the sun came out. It will be gone tomorrow and the snow will be back, but it was nice seeing it (even if the temps were still cold).
Your definitions of summer are very accurate.
Lovely pictures , and a true conclusion: "summer is not winter".
The last photo is a brilliant sunset - the colors are amazing.
Even though we wait for summer - we must experience winter - in most places. I love both for different reasons. Love the winter shot.
I love the seasons too...most of the time. As write, it's -30C. with wind chill warnings, frost bite alerts, and plummeting temps. These parts are a little extreme. But, I guess it's the extremes we tend to remember. Now I'm confusing myself...so Canadian...too polite to hate even winter! sigh.
wow, that is a drammatic sunset...amazing
Oh, yes, you certainly can say that again, Susan! I am so ready for summer although we really have had a very mild winter, particularly in comparison other places. But let's face it, summer is wonderful! And your pictures show all that is beautiful about it! Have a great weekend!
Sylvia
Thanks Sylvia...you too.
Noel, the sunset happened in Gaspe, a region of Quebec that I love. I was camping along the St. Lawrence River when this sun set.
Walking home tonight under a blue sky whose colour I cannot describe, with purple-pink-grey clouds scuttling by revealing the moon and then hiding it again, I have to disagree! (Give me a few more -20 days, though, and you might get me.)
I totally agree with your sentiments about summer time.
Hey Sara, I think it's because once the river freezes and the wood fire burns day and night..It's lovely for the first month or so, especially around Christmas...then I just start to get a little cabin fever and want to get outside without boots, hat, etc etc...not really a complainer. Just ornery 'cause it's 40 below and I don't give a @#$% and I'm off to the rodeo or rant as the case may be.
Love the frame for the sky and the stunning sunset.
Beautiful skies! Such a lovely summer.
Great captures Susan.
Enjoy the weekend.
Your summer is brilliant and worth remembering, such bright colours.
What? What? I come here to feel sorry (and smug) for you snowbound Canadians and I get gorgeous photos of freakin' summer?
That frame is wonderful and the flowers look like Renoir.
I'll put this down to climate change.
Lovely, lovely photo. Pulled me right in from the thumbnail. Had to see this one.........
Jan
GDP
Thanks for the reminder. Summer is coming. You did a great job with the pictures. Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful photos. Winter is not summer but it still has its charms.
magnificent sky!
these pictures are so great!
Thanks for a glimpse of summer. I also loved your bird photos in the last post. I take my screens out in the wintwer for this very reason.
I've noticed that I grow tired of both winter and summer about half way through. I think I could live in a land of perpetual spring and fall, a place without extremes. But then I wouldn't know the joy of their arrival.
A friend just posted this poem, and it made me think of this post. In case you haven't read it before, or wouldn't mind reading it again:
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is your plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
- Mary Oliver, "The Summer Day"
Ah, what beautiful summer piccies now in the middle of winter! Blue poppies? I don't think I knew that blue ones existed, but they are quite gorgeous. Love both of your garden shots. I can't wait to get outside and start my gardens this year!!
HI Oz Girl..the Blue Poppies are stunning, and are also called Himalayan Poppies, so perhaps that's where they are from originally. These ones in the blog were photographed at the Reford Garden...an amazing garden in Quebec.
Robin -the poem is beautiful, thank you so much for thinking of me!! And it resonates perfectly. We all need to take time. To stop. And just listen. And watch.
I love this. For some reason your posts never showed up on my dashboard and all of a sudden today, there is a whole list of them. I'm off now to read them all.
lovely series of images, the last one is gorgeous...Thomas
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