When I grow up...

I want to be the next Sarah Moon

all photographs by Sarah Moon.

all photos from yesterday were found here.

Mirror, Mirror.

"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,

Who's the fairest one of all?"

and the mirror would reply:

"Oh Queen, though art the fairest in the land."

The years flowed on, and all this time Snow White was growing up-

 and growing more beautiful each year besides.

When she was seven years old she was fair as the day,

 and there came a time when the Queen stood in front of her mirror and said:

"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,

Who's the fairest one of all?"

and this time the mirror answered:

"Queen, thou art of beauty rare 

but Snow White with ebon hair

Is a thousand times more fair."

At this the Queen became alarmed and turned green and yellow with envy. 

And whenever she saw Snow White after that, 

her heart turned upside down within her- 

that was how much she hated the innocent child for her beauty.

These envious feelings grew like weeds in the heart of the Queen

 until she had no peace by day or night.

At last she could bear it no longer.

She sent for her royal huntsman and told him to take the child

 into the woods and do away with her.

" And bring me a token," she added, "so that I may be sure you've obeyed me."

excerpt from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs by Wanda Gag

It looks like Christmas, and it IS December, but it's hot and raining.

I'm hoping for a blizzard. 

Absence

Because I could not stop for Death-

He kindly stopped for me-

The carriage held but just Ourselves-

And Immortality.

We slowly drove-He knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For his Civility-

We passed the School, where Children strove

At Recess-in the Ring-

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-

We passed the Setting Sun-

Or rather- He passed Us-

The Dews drew quivering and chill-

For only Gossamer, my Gown-

My Tippet-only Tulle-

We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground--

The Roof was scarcely visible-

The Cornice-in the Ground-

Since then- 'tis Centuries- and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses Heads

Were toward Eternity-

poem by Emily Dickinson

I apologize a thousand times for have vanished during the past week.

I've been so busy with moving and school and work...and life! to have had time for much else.

I've missed you all terribly, and after a friend of mine reminded me to think of my dear readers, I had to post at the first possible second!

Anyway, I hope you all had lovely weekends. I was upstate with my family to get Christmas trees and see Holiday concerts. It was so much fun, but now I have to catch up on everything else! I'll write to you all soon!