Old man Winter portrait

Well, we have had sprinklings of snow three days now but there is none to photograph. I was crossing a street to catch a bus today and saw this oil spot. IF you look closely, you will see OLD MAN WINTER's portrait in the oil stain. CLICK to enlarge.His hair is blowing to the east. His face is cold and blue; can you see his eyes and nose? His mouth is steaming yellow from all that blowing. . . and still we have no snow sticking to the ground. :o(

It is supposed to snow more tonight. We will see. . . sigh

An experiment

Well, it worked but it is hard to read my poems on a tiny background that doesn't enlarge or to see them on the shaded background since they are written in black. I guess I will try something else. Click on "scrapblog" if you want to start your own album there.

CLICK on the photos below to see them better. . .



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Snow . . .

Water . . .

Both I love.

Both in one -

A gift!




Beauty


Is the sunset, that stirs up the clouds, more beautiful

than

the river beneath?

Not to me . . .

They compliment each other when together

But their individual beauty reveals itself

When the other is absent.