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Photograph Douglas Fir 2008

by Susan Osborn

March 2009

Almost the first day of spring, but we are still having snow flurries some mornings. Brrrrrr! We are definitely ready for spring.

I am preparing for two events coming this spring. David ( Visit www.ddensmore.com to see my husband David Densmore's gallery of work). and I are doing a joint show of our work at our small gallery in Eastsound, The Living Room. (See photos and prices of my photo work on my photo page.) Opening with a reception on Friday, March 20th from 5 to 8PM, the show will continue on Saturdays through April from 11 to 4PM. David will show recent oils, and I will unveil the product of my 5 year exploration of macro photography. The image above is a closeup of sap flowing from a towering Douglas Fir. I am also preparing for a solo spring tour in Japan during the month of April, once again following the blossoming of the cherry trees. The schedule is posted here in japanese on the Japanese page.

It is a time of enormous creativity. Pressed into it by the need to use all my resources, I am rediscovering the joy of songwriting and song itself. At nearly 59, I feel a profound rebirth in me...a return to a more sustainable internal economy. Look for the product of this creative exploration in the coming months.

At the cusp of winter and spring, I am including here the lyrics for Vivaldi's Largo from the Four Seasons, that David wrote for the Still Life CD.

Blessings, Susan Osborn

Winter

Largo from Four Season’s Vivaldi

Gratefully, when the silence falls

Like feathers drifting from black branches

The frozen earth

Lies dreaming of birth

Under blankets so deep

That whisper the secrets of snow

There is no time

There is no time

There is no time

There is no time

Oh leave the world of worried thought behind and dream

I raise my arms in the forest

And join the simple praise of trees

How blessed we are to know this

Surrender and rest

Dark winter’s caress

The silent gift of peace

I leave the world of worried thought behind me

And find the one who watches there inside me

And brings this gift of peace

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