an unexpected world

the vapor in the air freezes a frozen world that engulfs everything in its midst
a beautiful layer that hides all imperfections...
what a wonderful world it would be to live in hoar frost.

unity

where the land is sky...and the sky turns into earth.
the horizon hides and leaves us wondering in complete ambiguity...

amongst winter

winter surrounds our worldleaving new boundaries and adventures...

lone snowman

greeter of the bus stop...

in an instant it falls in place

head had hit the pillow..

thoughts swirled in my head..

then it all started making sense..

switched on the light..

grabbed the paper,

had laid blank for months..

scratched autumn winter 2011

across the white space..

laid back down to sleep

morning mountains

dark clouds rising from the lake

forming a protective ridge

standing strong against the sun

keeping the day away

snow flowers

snow collects on the forgotten crisp autumn foliage...leaving a garden of 'snow flowers'...

what is to come

a few last moments of barren branches and cleared walk ways...

the snow is coming and soon we will be blanketed in white.
the way a crow
shook down on me
the dust of snow
from a hemlock tree

has given my heart
a change of mood
and saved some part
of a day I had rued

r. frost

keeper of the barren branch

stead fast clinched to their stance
one sudden movement
and together they scatter

at the heart of miriam cecilia

the whirl wind of the up coming nuptials slowed for a moment...

the ivory satin graced the dried prairie grass...
the bride stood where she was proposed to and made her promise...

and the sun shone down on her shoulders giving her grace...

nothing could bring more joy to the miriam cecilia designer than seeing the simplicity of love and eternal happiness radiating out of her sister in her miriam cecilia wedding gown...

good morning city

i love the sweet smell of dawn..
our unique daily opportunity to smell time,
to smell opportunity..
each morning being, a new beginning.
-t. guillemets

for what it's worth...

in the end...

its not about what you did. who you were with. or what you saw.

its how you felt immersed in that moment.
(a miriam cecilia thought)

wake up call

autumn setting in.

cold crisp morning.
sun peeking through after the day has begun.

the next step

the show is over... now the assembly of look books. line sheets. fabric swatches. press kits. order forms...
off they will go to potential buyers.

a crisp night of spring

stars twinkled on either sides of the runway

mica adorned models excited the eyes

'the perfect ending'

night pause

the designer steps out into the night

to celebrate the beginning of the most important week in the industry

the busy day has gotten the best of her...
she pauses. looks up. and is renewed by the sight of the moon gracing the evening sky.

apple

warm crisp leaves...holding on until ripe...
final descent.

i see blue skies above

and i think to myself... what a wonderful world.

stepping stones

dawn awakes with the breaking of ground and sudden sprouting
shelter found in the cool crisp morning
safe for only a little while
"... soon, in the twilight coolness, you will come

To the circle that you seek and, one by one,

Stooping into their fragrance, break and gather,

Your way a winding where the rest lead on

Like stepping stones across a grass of water."

-charles tomlinson

shedding light on the season

for man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together.

for nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.

-edwin way teale

the foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of august, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.

oliver wendell holmes

undertaking the journey

early morning drive w.a sliver of moon light guiding me toward the city...

exhausted mind. tired body. must remember 'don't forget why you do what you do- because you love it and it creates purposeful meaning in your life'
miriam cecilia keeps trekking...

shades of grasses

crisp air sets in and the sheaths of prairie grass begin to leave their seeds behind... for the next year...