Winter's Landscape

There is beauty in every season.

Spring's beauty lies it shy emergence and delicate colors, a rising energy quickening the spirit.

Summer flaunts her lazy voluptuousness, bright colors, and hot languid days and nights.

Fall brings a different kind of quickening in the air, a feeling of brisk energy, bright colors exploding with one last passionate push.

Then there is winter...cold, silent, and seemingly dull. But winter. Winter speaks to my soul. She is truth laid bare, a promise of what might be, hope in the face of starkness. Winter touches my spirit with a frosty hand and reminds me that silence is a deepening treasure.





 

Photography & prose by Terry Rowe. 

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You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography.  Any photographs in my blog are also available for purchase.

Hotel Rooms

Hotel rooms fascinate me. When I travel a hotel room is a private place for me to rest as I venture out away from my home. My own personal space for a night or two.

Room almost all have the same basic amenities...differences don't vary greatly between the different hotel chains. I often stay at the same brand chain - the accumulation of points, which will over a matter of time, maybe, earn me a free night is a minor incentive. It is comforting and, at the same time discomforting, that I can travel thousands of miles across the country to stay in a hotel room that is eerily similar to other rooms I've stayed in.

And some rooms, like the one pictured from an independent hotel, have their own quirky charm.

I often wonder about the other people who have passed through these spaces - what was their story? Who did they travel with? Family? Friends? What transpired between these walls? What secrets could the room tell?




Photography & prose by Terry Rowe.

Your visit & comments are appreciated.

You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography.  Any photographs in my blog are also available for purchase.