Slow Winter Times

May I take you back to a time when life was simpler? Where we took photos simply to preserve a memory that made us feel alive. 

May I take you back to a time when we captured precious moments for safe keeping, but only with our minds? Sometimes we'd have clumsy photo albums, scrap books or little packets containing photographs still sticky from ink . . . But we loved them all the same. 

I think we still do. We capture moments more now as if fearful that if we don't, we'll lose it all forever. Time is something we wrestle with, rather than allowing it to flow through us. 

Yet we're always asking for more time. . .

Perhaps if we didn't chase it, we'd find it has always been within our power after all. What we do with our time is beautifully within our control. If only we could fill it with more moments that make us want to snap a picture to preserve it forever. . . ? Moments that don't leave us feeling obligated to take a photograph, but rather inspired to? 

Time in the Meadow through out winter is long and arduous, but it does not stop the joy. When you notice the seasons you see how everything has its own clockwork rhythm. It doesn't struggle or rush, fade or slow, it just gently keeps moving.  And if we're lucky, we may just get moved with it to create new memories once more. It's a time of calming down the pace, keeping warm and rested and preparing for the magic of December. 

' Think of times of change as just times. Time to breathe. Time to see. Time to feel. Time to be. ' 

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Lets quietly move with it, and see what joys of winter lie ahead this year  . . If you want to take a photograph, please do, but if you're enjoying it simply because, and sketching it to your memory - That's special too. 

Let's notice every last piece together, on a slow winters journey as we embrace the long, last week's of this year. There's still so much to see. Even in the rain under the grey clouds. . . 

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