Monday January 16, 2012

 

 

Nothing Feels Quite So Dreary

As a Cold, Rainy, Winter Morning

Thursday, January 12

 

 

The landscape was indeed cold and dreary on Thursday morning.

 

 

I love to find light on a cold, dreary day.

 

 

Cold, wet drips ruled the patio area

 

 

 

 

I love to find warm reflections on a cold, dreary, day.

 

 

Bare wet branches in our woodlot look cold and dreary

 

 

 

 

I love to find birds on a cold, dreary day.

 

 

 

 

I love to find beauty on a cold, dreary day.

 

 

 

 

My dad’s shoe has been here since he died in 1997.

 

 

I love to find memories of Daddy on a cold, dreary day.

 

 

Somehow the cold wind planted this wet leaf between the porch boards.

 

 

I love to find wet reflections on cold, dreary days.