January grey
Well, it stopped raining, briefly. But there's no sign that the sun will ever return. Cold enough that ylla's mittens came in very welcome (knitted mittens - I am ahead of the trend!), but not quite cold enough for ice. The air full of damp. A flat grey-white sky reflecting in all the puddles.
A January morning in black and white.
A January morning in colour. All is not lost: tiny buds are appearing on the willow twigs.
A spaniel in a world of puddles.
A shower of small debris from a pine made me look up. A flock of crossbills high, high up the branches.
A January morning in black and white.
A January morning in colour. All is not lost: tiny buds are appearing on the willow twigs.
A spaniel in a world of puddles.
A shower of small debris from a pine made me look up. A flock of crossbills high, high up the branches.