Intermission: More Hoar
Just some more winter photos
This winter wonderland outside my door seems to have created a temporary desire in me to become a photographer. It makes a change from words. I was out again this morning on my land with the camera. There is hoarfrost covering everything, and each night it thickens as the temperate plummets.
Hoar is an Anglo-Saxon word, with the same derivation as hair. You can see why. Gaze out over the fields and hedges around here and it’s like a meeting of ancient white-haired sages has gathered for some mysterious purpose under the astonishing blue sky of morning:
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This is hoarfrost at close range:
When the fox moves through it at night, you can follow him home in the morning:
The rook, of course, can see all from up there:
And the hare has a good view from the border of the flower garden:
More from the land and its surroundings:
It will all be thawing at the weekend, so we’re told. I’ll miss it.
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Beautiful and stunning.
I lived in Scotland and so loved the hoar frost there in the gardens in Fife. Brings back lovely memories of some of the best years of my life. Maine , USA is my home but Scotland and the Isles are my second homes and I am filled with gratitude to have had many years there. Will be back to kiss the ground once more soon I hope. Thank you for these wonderful, inspiring, uplifting photo's.