maiden voyage
As a girl I remember being spellbound by our Christmas tree.
A black hole of pine needles and colour pulling me in until lights blurred and sugar plums danced.
Dreaming distant things, thoughts without words.
Looking in and into the tree until small lines strutted out of each twinkle like those old pictures of nativity starlight.
I could do this for hours.
Still.
3 Comments:
There is really something magical about Christmas trees.
You cast a spell with those words of yours, I am right there next to the tree. I love your photos too, with the light gradually coming into focus. Magical.
I take 40,000 photos of the Christmas tree int he evening because the shutter stays open longer and gets that nativity star look to the lights. And it never gets old :)
Kel
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