By Johna Till Johnson
The new year has begun, and with it, winter.
Somehow I’m never completely expecting the seasons when they finally arrive. On a sweaty day in July I truly can’t believe the ground will ever be covered in snow again… and yet, predictably, it is.
The beauty is no less delightful for its predictability. In fact, quite the opposite: each new snowfall is both like and unlike all other snowfalls.
Vlad used to say he never got bored, even paddling the same route over and over again. I believe this is partially what he meant: On a familiar route, you can appreciate both the familiar and the new.
May 2018 be full of both anticipated and unanticipated beauty. And may we appreciate it all!
Happy New Year to you, Johna!
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And to you, Lois!
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I was watching the NYC New Year celebration last night. Brave people to come out and stand in freezing temperature–for hours and hours. There is no way that I could have handled tha cold…I’m impressed!
Have a great New Year, Johna!
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Ha! We were in New York last night–a small group of us huddled around a roaring fire. And we thought the exact same thing: Who in their right mind goes out on a night like this???!
You too, Mary! And thanks for posting!
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May your 2018 be even more beautiful than this gorgeous photo you’ve included!
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Why thank you, and right back at you! I liked this moment. It made me late for a hair appointment, but such moments need to be appreciated…
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Lol! Hope they forgave you when they saw what you’d been up to!
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I like looking at winter in photos like yours while I am enjoying the sunshine in Oaxaca! Best wishes for a wonderful 2018!
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Yeah, rub it in, will ya! :-) Right back at you, Marilyn: Happy New Year!
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And Happy New Year to you!
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And to you as well, Sue!!
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Thanks, Johna!
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Happy New Year! Yes, Winter is here!! “Our” island is shrouded in beautiful sea smoke. Too cold to paddle. The days are almost perceptibly longer. The season of anticipation is next.
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Yes… too cold to paddle, but so beautiful… and the days get longer moment by moment…Thanks for reading, and posting!
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Wishing you a beautiful 2018, Johna, with new discoveries – like those predictable seasons! I’m the same way, maybe it’s just human. :-)
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Here’s hoping 2018 will be as serene and eloquent as your verse.
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Thanks, Mike. And the same to you, and yours. It would be lovely to see your boat coming up the East River in the morning sunlight once again…
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