It always amazes me to see these on the last day of January. These brave daffodil shoots always come out at the end of January. It will be another six weeks or so before we see blossoms. Today it is snowing and I will photograph them when I go by them.
The little stream by my walk is an ever changing sculpture.
It doesn’t snow very often here and the water does not freeze over. I felt lucky to capture this pond. Luckily the bull has been taken away for the winter.
We have all sorts of strange stuff hanging all around. The metal is cold and the wall is cold and the light is cold.
A new beginning
Commission piece entitled “Footprints” in memory of the greyhounds who were not rescued. Done for a woman who rescues them.