Goddess of the New Year

 SF/Embarcadero/artist Dana Albany

Is any of this yours?

We all have those objects.  Perhaps a single earring from 3 years ago-- missing.  Take a look.  Wouldn't it be nice, to be reunited with that misplaced treasure before the clock closes out this year.  Let's wish each other well.  

 

Upended

 but elegant and porcelain-like.  Good to pay attention to the underside of things.  

After one good rain

the mushroom season begins.  Color and fractal magic.  For the eyes; not the mouth.  

 

Even without sound

 I hear the water rushing, bubbling, sparkling.  I remember red boots and puddles.  

Moving into 2026:

stillness, pure & simple.

 

Clearly, the beginning

of a graphic horror novel.   Otherwise, it's Christmas and life is good.  A long walk and only one dead Canada goose.  
 

Swatch

is such a fun-sounding word, don't you think?   When applied to a segment of brightly-hued Nigerian cloth, just the perfect tablecloth for Victoria on a momentous birthday.  Mary was present.  
 

Meeting in the middle

Sometimes, 2 halves don't make a whole.  Although the picture is quite beguiling, if not the whole.  

December?

Northern California's emerald winter.  Plushness your eyes can feel.   Happy roots.  

 

Feather and ice

Little known fact:  the sun is the stem which melts the ice on every imaginable feather. Little bird, do you wish to fly away solo or in a flock?  

Winter Solstice

As the longest evening settles in, the grandmother tree unfurls a canopy of leaves like a freshly washed sheet.  A smidgeon of moon becomes a modest beacon for the first bird to arrive in this new year.  Most likely a crow with a message.  Listen.  Please.