There are not too many moments like this one left in our immediate future, for temperatures will plunge this evening, and there will be snow. The Old Wild Mother, wearing the robes of the long cold white season, will come striding over the hill in her seven league boots, gently rounding the contours of lanes and streets, village homes and parked vehicles with new snow, dusting the branches of the old trees with sugar, lacing pools in the park with elaborate ice patterns.
Parts of myself cringe at the thought of the cold and wind and ice and snow on its way - the photographer rejoices and welcomes her old friend.
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Your blog as a whole, the individual photos and posts really point out the fleeting beauty of change which is all around us but rarely noticed.
Every post is a gem and a teaching.
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