ivy, green and pink beneath the snow . . .
. . . a cardinal posing in a triangle of grapevine . . .
Gaudy pepper . . .
less gaudy lady cardinal . . .
A long exposure and less than steady hand turn the Christmas lights into a flight of shining doves . . .
The woodpile -- all-important these days -- has a rhythmic beauty of its own . . .
and an attempt to capture the moon, again with a long exposure and wobbly hand, produced this dramatic burst of light . . .
. . . looking for pictures . . .
As promised back on December 26, I've drawn two names to receive copies of The Day of Small Things when at last it's published in September.
And the winners are . . . (drumroll) . . . Vagabonde, Pat Weaver, and Nancy Meadows.
Okay, three winners, as Pat and Nancy's slips were stuck together. I'll need snail mail addresses and you all will need patience -- unless you'd rather have one of my earlier books.
And the winners are . . . (drumroll) . . . Vagabonde, Pat Weaver, and Nancy Meadows.
Okay, three winners, as Pat and Nancy's slips were stuck together. I'll need snail mail addresses and you all will need patience -- unless you'd rather have one of my earlier books.
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