A while ago, before the vaccines for COVID-19 were approved, I was playing with some alliteration. This is a work in progress, but in absence of other words coming to me today, I will share it for Poetry Friday. I think our world, particularly the United States, is stretched thin right now. It seems everything…
Sunday morning I missed a golden opportunity to take some really awesome photos of winter in the Coulee Region – where I live in Wisconsin. The conditions, over night – from Saturday into Sunday – were ripe for the development of both hoarfrost and rime ice. What? You say? What are those?! Even as an…
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Today, I saw something that made me smile. It was actually two people, separated by about five minutes and two roads, performing similar tasks. I accompanied my husband to drop off our vehicle for an oil change at the local garage, and then we headed back home. It was then I saw it. First, we…
Past, Christmas Present, and Christmas Future. Can you tell I’m a fan of Dicken’s A Christmas Carol? I realized something this week and that is change can be good. A pandemic can even bring the change and it is still good. This year, we decided to celebrate the Christmas holiday at our cabin. It is…
Today, I was going to write about crafting. The topic was inspired by my own increase in crafting this year – fabric face mask, a quilt, more jewelry (which I’ve done since 2008), and of course, crafting with words – poems, essays, prose, etc. My husband has also increased his crafting, making custom furniture and…
Today is Silent Sunday. For three and a half years, on Sunday, I’ve offered a silent post of just my own photographs. No words, although sometimes a caption. You can search my other Silent Sunday posts by just using those terms. All photographs are copyrighted by me, Carol Labuzzetta, whether watermarked or not. There is…
Walking through the woods newly covered in a thick white blanket. Branches laden with layers not yet sewn Onto the forest floor. I feel cold air cut my face near my cheeks which seem permanently fixed with my smiling expression. Down a steep hill, we will have to later ascend, Out onto the lake bed…
The Tuesday before Christmas. We’ve noticed the ice has frozen smoothly this year, with a very cold but dry November. Cross country skiing will most likely not happen soon, unless the storm brewing in the West dumps some snow on us later in the week, as the meteorologists tell us might happen. This leaves ice…
The Davis Memorial Carillon at Alfred University stands tall in the snowy darkness on campus in November of 2018. We drove in for a visit in a ranging snowstorm! No boots, no mittens, not hats….we were not prepared! It was early for such a significant snowfall, even in the southern tier of NYS. We heard…