Walking outside I inhale crystal shards: sparkling, beautiful, sharp slicing my nose and lungs; wind accentuates the cold. Birds huddle in puffy, feather coats inside bushes nearly denuded of leaves. Squirrels draped in fur (would PETA member throw paint on them?) scamper everywhere heedless of the cold stashing nuts in places too soon forgotten. Calendar a lie Winter snuggles deeply down Cold seeps into bones
You romanticised a fearsome day there Janet! Beautiful poetry as always, and fun jibe. Thank you! If that is another shot with an iphone, I think a camera cannot do better.
Hamish, virtually all my photos are taken with my iPhone. The camera is one of the main reasons I decided to finally get a smart phone (at Bill’s urging) and I haven’t regretted it for a minute. There are some shots that make me long for my Nikon, but not enough to make up for the ease of packing the phone in my pocket!
janet
Those naughty squirrels! I grinned at that image.
They’re in stock-up mode right now, at least that’s how it looks to me, hurrying and scurrying everywhere.
janet
Beautiful post. Love the photo and poem. 😀
Thanks so much, Raewyn. That was a cold day!
janet
Beautiful golden river!
Wonderful poem, Janet. You paint a beautiful picture of the cold day. 🙂
Thanks! Probably most people prefer to read about it and appreciate it rather than experience it. 🙂 I aim to please!
I’m one of those people. 😉
Beautiful photo! And very appropriate thoughts – it seems this winter is indeed snuggling down for quite the show this year.
So we much snuggle down as well! 🙂
janet