Todays view from the kitchen window. Are you guessing what the weather is like? Don't bother, it's still snowing. Snow is about 8 inches deep just now, back to the old deep-and-crisp-and-even scenario.
HQ is covered in a thick cloak of snow yet again. The garden has disappeared somewhere beneath the whiteness.
And tell tale footprints lead the way home.
I am so frustrated to be trapped inside. I long to battle through with head down against the blowing snow, camera in pocket and photo framing on my mind.
That's me, my head a confusion of writing and images, a never ending chase of words and pictures.
I want to feed the photo furnace but I can't go out. Keep cozy, keep warm. Think of other things.
Here's a thought
Always associated with Christmas, mistletoe grows on other trees. It is a parasitic plant and requires a host to hold it. The cuckoo of the plant world it doesn't bother building it's own house, it just feeds off someone else.
It grows in these fabulous balls, high up in the trees. Clinging to branches and building a life of its own. Not so noticeable the rest of the year when trees are in leaf, you notice it in winter time when it's benevolent host is a skeletal shape with only the balls of acid green mistletoe adding greenery to its branches.
At first one thinks they are birds nests, these leafy balls so high in the trees, it is only when you can get a closer view that you see it is merely mistletoe. Think of all the kissing that should be happening beneath these boughs. It is no wonder France is such a romantic country, even the trees are in on the act.
I took these photos two weeks ago in France. Now, whenever I see mistletoe I will go back there in my mind – any excuse really.