Happy Holidays...

Children Lost...

Papa drinks his coffee at the table, unaware of the children standing in the shadows.

Outside the snow is falling, the wind howling, creating great drifts about the house.

Mama rocks quietly by the fire, a far away look in her misty eyes.

It stands against the wall, dry and cracking, dusty from disuse.

Once the bearer of so much joy.  A small, tow-headed boy flew down the snowy hillside.

His laughter could be heard across the dales.

Papa laughed, too, then and Mama sang songs of joy.

Until that fateful day that claimed their littlest boy.

Early Mornings from the Past...

Carol posted some lovely photos of her skies today and it reminded me of these offerings.  It's been about four years since they were taken, but I love the weather that was moving across the skies.  The photos were taken early in the morning so the lighting is not as good as it could be.  They are taken from our patio at our home in the mountains above Rio Rico, AZ.  I hope you enjoy them.  Oh, just so you know, I have also posted a photo of a snow we had that same year.  My husband shot this one while I was away visiting children.  It does snow in southern Arizona.  Okay, so I had to include a sunset...