11 headed alien
we’ve had several days of rime ice covering every tree in sight. one of those things, like clear skating ice on the lake, you have to drop everything to enjoy. enjoy.
rime ice on winter wildflower stem
my favorite sculptor is nature herself. she recently presented some new work in the cattail bed.
winter cattail leaves
rule break #37
still blog does not post landscapes. except when it does. my blog. my rules.
frosted winter landscape
after a bad party
it feels like i’m walking through the house with a headache, and i keep seeing evidence of just how out of hand the party got last night, and remembering how awful the guests were.
roses have been symbols of love, rebirth, and hope for millenia. some things endure, despite the despair that short term events sometimes elicit. in the year 3,000, there will still be roses. make your thousand year plans. know that yesterday was a shameful episode in a long story, and decide what you will want to be true, not tomorrow, not in 2021, but when your great grandchildren’s great grandchildren’s great grandchilren’s great grandchildren will be alive, and trying to make sense of their lives.
dried red roses