…that would be this morning’s sunrise (and a song by Fiona Apple). It sure was nice to walk outside this morning in shirtsleeves to snap these pics. While 47 degrees ain’t exactly warm, it’s pleasant. Especially for the first week in January.
Pics taken about 20 minutes ago... as ever, click for larger.
I’ll be back in a bit.
I walked out about 7 to get the last thing I forgot to get out of the camper (my cokes) and my, it was NICE out there!! They say it will hit 70, but windy. That's kinda a bummer. Hate the wind.
ReplyDeleteNice photos.
That's kinda a bummer. Hate the wind.
ReplyDeleteMe, too. I just came inside from being outside (Dept. of Redundancy Dept.) with a beer and a cigar. I waited until the sun was over the yardarm before I cut the cigar, poured the beer, and went out. It's just a lil bit too chilly to sit outside... enjoyably. But it ain't bad. Except for that frickin' wind.
Nice. I, on the other hand, went to bed at three with a clear driveway, and woke to an email that said: "Isn't it a lovely winter wonderland this morning?" WTH?! ;-) It's okay, the shoveling's good exercise.
ReplyDeleteglorious photos!
ReplyDeleteDoc sez: "Isn't it a lovely winter wonderland this morning?" WTH?! ;-) It's okay, the shoveling's good exercise.
ReplyDeleteI've seen enough "winter wonderland" in real-time to last me the rest of my natural life and at least seven years into the next one. But I could use a lil more exercise. Not that I did all that much shoveling when I lived in snow-country. I hired it out...
Thanks, Phlegmmy!
Here ya go...one of my fave bands The Young Dubliners...
ReplyDeletesong is "Red"
Here's the lyrics
Paint on your nail smells like kerosene
Before these blisters we were squeaky clean
We were Mr. and Mrs. Butter and Cream
Sweet things turn sour honey, love's never clean
And I see red, red, red
Don't you hear what I said?
And it's thicker than the water
It'll rush into your head
And I see red, red, red
Don't you hear what I said?
They're pulling on my strings
Baby shaking up the bed
Creeps in the attic putting salt on our tails
Big bucks and high heels drove us both off the rails
We were sun gods in Athens but uncommonly pale
Tans don't last long, baby, white bread gets stale.
And I see red, red, red
Don't you hear what I said?
And it's thicker than the water
It'll rush into your head
And I see red, red, red
Don't you hear what I said?
They're pulling on my strings
Baby shaking up the bed
And I"m near you but, I can't hear you but
I'm out here guessing you're guessing too
You're guessing too
And I see red, red, red
Don't you hear what I said?
And it's thicker than the water
It'll rush into your head
And I see red, red, red
Don't you hear what I said?
They're pulling on my strings
Baby shaking up the bed