Monday, November 26, 2007

dry grass


In the winter, especially on days like this when the light is so flat, my eyes search for colour. Even a little yellow-brown grass will do.
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Niagara Anglophile said...

Winter is beautiful in it's own way. From all the grayness and lack of colour, we appreciate the Spring all the more when it finally arrives.

I love a good book, hot soups, hot tea, etc and a fireplace in the Winter; even though mine is gas.

November 28, 2007 at 3:19 p.m.

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