Friday, November 30, 2012

Scenes from a Frosty Morning

Wimbledon Common is oh-so-gorgeous on a crisp and cold morning.

Just a few days ago, I was cursing and swearing all the way across it because a cold rain was beating down, and the ghastly wind just about blew me off the gravel path.  I had visions of me rolling helplessly off course, nails digging into the gravel in a futile attempt to get back on my feet.  It was pretty hellish...

But look at her today: a completely different take.  No wind, no rain, just a calm, crisp cold.  All pretty with her vast green muted by a light frost.  Frozen puddles trapping little leaves and stones in a seemingly timeless in-situ.  Absolutely heavenly...



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