And the cold grew on all surfaces.
The light was tremendous. “This is what heaven is like” said secondspawn confidently gesturing to the other side of the park, “all white and misty and glittering“.
It grew cold, and even when the crystals thawed the ground was too icy to stand on with both feet.
It grew cold, and the cold grew on all surfaces.
And the light was tremendous.
frizzyLogic 
Amazing photos, and looking like Vancouver the past few days! Raining today…
It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. Post it on quaritslurribobo.
mahvelous! thank-you
So, so beautiful – secondspawn is right, it is otherworldly, whatever that means!
London like Vancouver… what a wonderful juxtaposition, and how wonderful that we can make these comparisons.
Alistair, quaritslurribobo is currently entomologically entangled (although, of course, spiders don’t get admittance) so unless I can convince the eds that there’s a high insect quotient it won’t be a runner (or crawler or hopper or flier for that matter).
I have no idea from where secondspawn garners his ideations of “heaven”. Certainly not me. I have no problem with them other than an abiding sense of chill which I find rather disturbing. Maybe I managed to wrap him up so warmly that he didn’t notice the ambient temperature.
It was an outstandingly stunning morning. And my google ads are urging me to hire a string quartet. How delightful.
I adore the top one Makes me feel very unindustrious for not wandering, or wondering, yesterday. It is wonderful how you find such beauty in a part of London not renowned for it.
Lovely white hair
that crumples in the sun:
frost on a rose hip.
Truly heavenly,the kid is right, and your gift for capturing the heaven in the mundane is divine.
Dave! the haikus are back!! hurrah!!! acb, Natalie, thanks. That’s what it’s all about, for me. Learning to see.