After blogging yesterday I ran. I needed it, needed to get out there and chase those endorphins or whatever they are. Anyway I took my camera and I took some snaps. My 40 minute run took almost 2 hours and 68 photos, here are some of them.
The mountains almost float in the distance with their sugar coating of snow.
Best foot forward.
Islands in the snow.
A little Robinson Crusoe island awaiting rescue.
Unexpected colour, sheer joyous gold from the death of a leaf.
The dirty snow of the old drifts piled at the sides of the lane, some five feet tall, nature's very own snowmen.
Patterns like corded fabric against the hillside.
A handful of sparkling crystals, millions of mini diamonds for a lucky lady.
Aged twigs, crisp and detailed, art in their own right.
Field of hope. barley coming through, green hope against the winter chill, Spring is here in her own special way.
Sadness seems to be the face of snowdrops. Masses of remembrance, shoulders hunched and head too heavy to hold up to the sun.
Silence and bubbling, gurgling rush – stillness of snow with madness of water.
Life through a peep hole.
Home and those mountains floating in the air.
Note to self; always carry the camera.