Last of the snowy photos......

I couldn't let the week finish without showing you the last of my snow photos.....

You can see the whole set on my website

{ Winter 10 by Jo Bradford }

{ Winter 9 by Jo Bradford }

  { Winter 5 by Jo Bradford }

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Well that's all from me for this week - may the weekend bring you joy,warmth and happiness :)

Silent, soft and slow

{ Winter 1 by Jo Bradford }

{ Winter 2 by Jo Bradford }

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Out of the bosom of the Air, 

Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, 

Over the woodlands brown and bare,

 Over the harvest-fields forsaken, 

Silent, and soft, and slow 

Descends the snow.        

{Henry Wadsworth Longfellow}    

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{ Winter 3 by Jo Bradford }

{ Winter 4 by Jo Bradford }

If this is not enchantment, then where is it to be found?

 'Winter 8' by Jo Bradford

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The first fall of snow is not only an event, 

it is a magical event.  

You go to bed in one kind of a world 

and wake up in another quite different, 

and if this is not enchantment 

then where is it to be found?  

~J.B. Priestley

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'Winter 7' by Jo Bradford

Happy Snow Day Folks :)

No such thing as bad weather.....

'Winter 5' by Jo Bradford

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Sunshine is delicious, 

rain is refreshing, 

wind braces us up, 

snow is exhilarating; 

there is really no such thing as bad weather, 

only different kinds of good weather.  

~John Ruskin

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Winter 6' by Jo Bradford

Winter Wonderland

The snow just keeps on coming!!  We Brits are just not used to getting snow like this down in the southern end of the island.... This is like a Cornwall I have never known, and being the big kid that I am, the novelty of the wintery white landscape has not worn off for me one little bit.

As I look out my window now, there are thick flurries of snowflakes billowing in the gusting South Easterly Gale force winds.  Definitely not a day for venturing too far from home!!

I thought you may like to see a few of my Polaroids from my 365 ways to say goodbye project.

Deciding to use only expired polaroid film and 40 year old cameras is presenting daily difficulties and the occasional near meltdown as I have to undertake late night strip down and repairs to the old kit, but so far so good, I have delivered my first 11 pictures on time and I am enjoying working with a medium that you can't photoshop, or crop or otherwise alter in the post processing stage.  I just scan my daily 'roids, adjust them slightly until they exactly match the original, warts and all, and that's it! Simple :)

Here are 2 of my favourites so far.

You can follow the progress of my "365 Ways to say goodbye" project here at www.365goodbyes.tumblr.com

Snow Days

The Blizzard by Jo Bradford

The UK is uncharacteristically snowy right now, and we live in a very remote part of Cornwall.  Our farmhouse is only accessible by travelling up and down some steep lanes and valleys, so we are pretty much snowed in now, the icy roads have enforced a few stay-at-home days as even the 4x4 is struggling to get up the hills when the roads are sheet ice and haven't been gritted at all.

I don't mind taking "snowdays" too much though, as the cupboards are still full of food and chocolate from christmas and the rayburn in the kitchen makes the whole house cosy, these days the log fire in the lounge is my new best friend.

xoxo

Snowflakes

Powder Dreams by Jo Bradford

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Out of the bosom of the Air.
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent and soft and slow
Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.
~ Snowflakes ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Powder Days by Jo Bradford

White Horses

White Horses by Jo Bradford

Here is one of the new works from the "Light Is Like Water" series that I made in February for the Poppytalk Handmade Show. This work is on my "table" at the current "Green Pop" Poppytalk Market. Come and see....

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By the way, I have been working 11 hour shifts in my darkroom over the past 10 days making new work. My creative streak is still in full swing and I am making the most of it!! I will upload some of those new creations any day now, so watch this space.

My table at Poppytalk Handmade - http://www.poppytalkhandmade.com/gallery46

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!

We are rarely blessed with snow in Cornwall, in fact it happens about once every four years. To us seasiders it's such a big deal when the white stuff arrives, that we afford it the same status as a national holiday.

We were lucky enough to have a few inches of snowfall this week, so most people took the day off work and hit the local slopes with anything they could possibly utilise as a toboggan. Great fun was had by all!!

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A crystal veil

Crystalline by Jo Bradford

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The Snow

It sifts from leaden sieves,

It powders all the wood,

It fills with alabaster wool

The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face

Of mountain and of plain,-

-Unbroken forehead from the east

Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,

It wraps it, rail by rail,

Till it is lost in fleeces;

It flings a crystal veil.

On stump and stack and stem,-

-The summer's empty room,

Acres of seams where harvests were,

Recordless, but for them.

It ruffles wrist of posts,

As ankles of a queen,-

- Then still its artisans like ghosts,

Denying they have been.

~~By Emily Dickinson~~