Thematic Photographic

Carmi, at his blog Written, Inc., has posted a new subject for his regular weekly thematic photographic project. This week’s project is "quiet" and there is something about this time of year that speaks very softly to me. Sometimes we need breathers, breaks from the hustle and bustle of the holidays, to stop and remember, "Peace Be With You. Be Still. Quiet."

Today I got a much needed and unexpected break in my day. Thanks to the snowstorm that's slowly made it's way across the United States, my employer let us go home early in anticipation of the snowfall. By the time I left the office and got on the road, the snow was falling pretty heavily. By the time I arrived home twenty minutes later, it was falling even more heavily and accumulating everywhere it landed. Having just moved up to Connecticut from Tennessee over the summer, heavy snow is something unusual for me (or at least as far back as I can remember as I'm told I experienced a lot of snow when I was a toddler in Indiana). For me there is something very peaceful and still about the winter months. Maybe it's the fact that things tend to slow down more, or maybe it's something as simple as newly fallen snow that reminds us to quiet down and take things a little slower. I'm sure the long winter months of New England will give me much time for reflection.

I have no purposely sought out photographs for this week's entry other than a picture of our house in the snow that I took just moments ago when I arrived home. The other picture of the red building on the water is a picture I took this summer in Canton, Connecticut— about 30 minutes from our home in Bristol. It is an old factory that sits on the side of the Farmington River. It's since been converted into a museum and antiques store— quite picturesque and quiet looking, wouldn't you say? My third and final entry this week is a picture I took of Rosemarie, my stepmother's mom, this Thanksgiving. Her sister and last sibling, Cha, passed away Thanksgiving Day. Although her passing was expected, death is never easy for those of us left behind. Rosemarie sat quietly most of that day in her sunroom. Although she didn't say much, her eyes were telling and her thoughts distant.




~Sarah E. Rose~