Clear and still. In the corner of what used to a lawn across from the springhouse, the limbs of a fallen tree shine white with frost.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Clear and still. In the corner of what used to a lawn across from the springhouse, the limbs of a fallen tree shine white with frost.
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A coat of frost covers the front entrance-way and ramp. Only small puzzles of bird foot-prints disturb its pure white gaze.
what is a springhouse?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Springhouse
wikipedia always knows =)
Here’s a photo of ours, half obscured by cattails: http://www.flickr.com/photos/89056025@N00/240863985/
sweet =) our weather and the rarity of naturally flowing water
makes that a novel sight for a south australian =)
we have a creek across the road in the park which actually flows most of the year but the 40 temps mean any kind of house is probably hot =)
we do get frost in winter but not snow. it is interesting to learn about what is different. thanks for the picture.
Still grey, gentle. In spring, birds contest everything; top knot pigeons practice competitive folk dance, galahs celebrate dinner with a shout, honey eaters orbit the bottle brush and wagtails swing over the grasses. A first locust investigates my seedlings. Shy sunlight. A soft shadow falls over my hands; sifting grass roots for a new garden.
http://crankymango.blogspot.com/2011/12/sweet-noise.html