montage Monday - week 7

Our plucky heroine hadn't done quite as much photography as usual these last few weeks, since much of the time whilst my parents were visiting was taken up with well, visiting, and the kind of plain daily life that is something I dearly miss. We spent quite a bit of time just being together, talking, and reading, and a bit of watching DVD's together too. We all found that we quite enjoyed the BBC series Lark Rise to Candleford - (I'd read the books years ago, but barely remembered the stories) My dad, at 81, might not gallivant around quite as quickly as he did when I was a girl, but he is still a voracious reader, and I was quite unable to dissuade him from taking broom and rake to my front porch and entryway, which look immensely better now than they did when my parents arrived.

It is hard to tell, but it seems that dusk is just starting to come a little later each day...

and in addition to my ever beloved mossy landscapes...

there are definite signs that springtime is on the way!

This downtown doorway is quite an elaborate confection of metalwork techniques; it must be something to see if all illuminated in the nighttime.

Mended patching in the concrete at the far end of my street makes a kind of abstract landscape, with tiny moss accents.

This patina rusted object has a strange kind of beauty, I always wonder why it is so easy to see the wabi sabi beauty in an aged object, and so difficult to acknowledge it in one another...