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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