Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Friday, February 5, 2010

A Muffled Silence

Man could not live if he were entirely impervious to sadness. Many sorrows can be endured only by being embraced, and the pleasure taken in them naturally has a somewhat melancholy character. So, melancholy is morbid only when it occupies too much place in life; but it is equally morbid for it to be wholly excluded from life. 
Emile Durkheim

















8 comments:

Bonnie Zieman, M.Ed. said...

How true. I find such moments to often be bittersweet.

Dawn said...

I can HEAR these pictures. Low wind sprinkling ice from branches, a crow cawing, a dog barking somewhere in the distance. I can SMELL it them too...that cold icy earthy fragrance of winter.
Love these.
xo

Homer and Queen said...

I love snow in photos...and no where else.

Ganeida said...

I'm with Homer & Queen!

Ever think about blowing some of these up & hanging them? or Selling them? You take some great photos. ☺

Sandra said...

Bonnie: me too.

country girl: thanks. You'll be smelling another recipe off your blog this weekend!

Queen & Ganeida: there's always a trade-off! I can't take heat and humidity or the bugs that come with warm climes. And this weather gives me a constant source of whining, one of my favorite things. : )

Memories Of Mine said...

I often find beauty in such moments and always thought it can sound a little morbid but these moments are life and we all experience them. They shape us and more importantly these melancholy moments we experience teach us to feel compassion.

Elizabeth said...

That's the perfect quote to go with those beautiful pictures.

Sandra said...

This is the time of year that melancholy sinks it's talons in deep and resists letting go. It will pass.