Posts tagged “cold

Frozen

The power of winter

Stops water in its tracks —

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Freezing reflections and skies

Onto its icy surface.

Scenes like this make me want to burst out into song: ‘The cold never bothered me anyway.’

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For more frozen (or warmer) views, please visit: Skywatch.


It’s brrr-eautiful!

No matter how  you look at it —

With

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Or without a dog:

Winter is beautiful.

(I’m filming away from home this week, so may not be able to reply to your comments.)

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For more beauty, please visit: Our World.

And also check out: Skywatch.


The colour of cold

It suddenly got cold – very cold.

This is what minus 20 C looks like in the front garden.

I love the way the pine trees glisten in the sun.

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Later, when it had warmed up a few degrees,

I went for a walk in the nearby woods.

The setting sun turned this bush

Into a golden glass sculpture,

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And the pastel sky

Was a pretty backdrop for a world

Turned beautiful by snow.

Still drowning in boxes – and a full week of work lies ahead too!

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For more beauty, please visit: Our World.


Frozen beauty

If you could see cold —

Then it might be painted with frost and lilac

And the first blush of a late winter dawn.

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For more beauty – hot or cold – please visit: Skywatch.


Abstracted

Winter has been so brief this year…

Just like life, the ice crystals

Created art for only a short while.

Icy metal copy

Metal poles on the jetty

Became abstract things of beauty.

Abstract ice

Ice turned trees

Into silver tapestries.

Tapestry

And at the foot of the ladder on the jetty —

A heart of ice

Warmed the day.

Heart

For more n-ice stories, please visit: Our World Tuesday.


Frosted

The last day of November was gloriously cold:

A frosted universe presented itself —

Frosty flowers that looked like stars floating in the cosmos;

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Small ice crystals in the shape of

Trees on the postbox lock;

Frosted lock

A storm passed through

And left frozen waves in its wake;

frosted waves

A bird hiding out in the icy reeds

Sang a morning song;

bird

And yes, even a rubbish bin

Transformed into something greater than itself

In the frosted sun.

Bin

For more frosted times, please visit: Our World.


Spring Schpring!

People want to know if I’m tired of winter and longing for the spring.

The answer is no.

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Late winter is a fabulous time of dazzling sun;

Of lacy art made out of ice and rainbows:

Art

Of exhilarating days of trees made out of curtains of lace.

Curtain of lace

It’s still minus 14C when we wake up

Making it pleasant to walk on the iced over lake

To enjoy the sight of sunken boats and endless blue skies.

Sunken boat

The secret to happiness is not to long for something you don’t have

But to enjoy fully what you do have.

Oscar rolling in snow

For more bedazzled posts, please visit: Our World.


Golden cold

Who knew that the cold

Could be so enticing —

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And so warmingly

Golden?

Bright and cold copy

For more golden skies, please visit: Skywatch.


Pushing the limits

Yesterday the temperature dropped down to minus 25 C

In the frosted early morning.

I went out on the ice – but stayed out way too long –

One and a half hours… With no breakfast.

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Came back with a frost damaged face

And spent the rest of the day in bed sick.

Just goes to show that you shouldn’t

Be bound by your limits —

But you should know what your limits are!

Thank you in advance for your kind comments – I won’t be replying to them today

As I need to recover.

Frozen

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Frosted times

Let me take you back to the end of October last year,

To a cold day of frosted eyelashes on leaves.

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It was a stunning bright day

Perfect for a drive out to the horse ranch

Sporting its old Grand Central clock on the side of the barn.

Grand central

The brilliance of the sun

Turned the wires into art

Frosted wire

And behind the frosted thistles

I discovered a secret world of rainbow bubbles.

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On the way home, I stopped to admire

The endurance of this ancient rune stone

(And to wonder if the Simpsons was based on the pattern on the stone…

Look at those eyes!)

Old rune stone

For more good times, please visit: Our World.


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