Cold

. . .

Friday is Skyday

Balcony view, 14:15

 

Balcony view, 16:23

Laughing Lhursday

Window closed

Window opened

All day it was snowing

Seanhenge became Snowhenge.

First snow

Saturday morning looked like there'd be snow.

 

Sunday morning the first had arrived.

Laughing Lhursday*

Snowy primate.

* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Update
to prove Andrew (see comments) is right.

Baboon, still there
but disguising himself as a bush.

Moments of solitude

Like a great poet,
Nature knows to produce greatest effects
with most limited means.

– Heinrich Heine (13 December 1796 – 17 February 1856) –

At sparrow's fart

No idea what let
29 members of the sparrow gang
from the cherry laurel vis-à-vis
suddenly invade this part of Seanhenge.

 

Sunday in Seanhenge

There's enough for all,
but why should blackbirds be wiser,

a goldfinch contemplates.

 

Laughing Lhursday*

A wing mirror's wake
on a white winter morning
rhapsody in blue

* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

More snow

More snow ...

... to shovel.

Well, after breakfast.

 

Monochrome Monday

. . .

Lovely coincidence: Not only Mark celebrated a Monochrome Monday, too, but yesterday posted part One of last year's 52 Monochrome Mondays.

Head over then, enjoy A bleak and beautiful world of Monochrome and don't forget to let him know.

Update 2: And here – just posted – A bleak and beautiful world of Monochrome, Part two

After all

After a stormy night, yesterday ...

... the village(rs) woke up with a bit snow.

 

Crying for Caruso

This evening visiting Sian's blog and enjoying her photos of clouds bringing snow to Graemsay/Orkney, when reading of her daily feeding the wild birds, I immediately thought of a dear friend in Milan I met in February 2003 when he and I were engaged with Poets Against War (PAW). Giulio used to write at night. And often his emails ended with regards from him and Caruso, the blackbird that had just begun singing on his balcony.
Last Saturday was my friend's birthday, and I wished him well and asked, if Caruso had already serenaded him.
The answer: "I miss our blackbirds. We can no longer be their friends, the condominium saw to that- you can’t feed wild birds!"
The peace of the night.

This photo, taken on his balcony,
was attached to my friend's recent email.
A photo taken in June 2008 of 'Mister'
who might well have been a descendant of 'Caruso'.

Fab Feb End

I had a fine walk.
No golfers around.
:)

In the Wood

You look at what's happening last night in Sweden*.
Sweden! Who would believe this? Sweden!
We got to keep our woods trump-free.

* A wooden moose got the attention of a lovesick moose bull. It all happened in 79 year old Ove Lindqvist’s garden in Byske outside Skellefteå, northern Sweden. ”I thought it was going to start a fight, instead it humped the wooden moose thrice”, he said. [Afdonbladet]

Wintree

Wintree

Winterly Cherry Tree

Balcony view

Snow – now and then

Today's snow's nothing
compared to many winters
many years ago.

Surpr_eye_se

Resisting the frost
some hollyhocks of Seanhenge
blooming in winter

On the Road

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