with familiar realities transformed
into landscapes of unwelcoming frigidity,
harmonize like a squirrel in the snow, drawing
on autumnal bounties and memories of summers past,
for soon icicles will melt away, freeing frozen
dreams in Spring’s long awaited thaw
These photos were taken at Hartsholme Park during the other week’s snow. I’d intended to post them (and others as well) before now. Unfortunately, I’ve simply not had time to work on posts.
Some of you may recall that I posted pictures of our newly decorated living room a few weeks ago. Well, a day or so later we got a phone call from the housing agency we rent through, who told us that our landlord has decided to sell. We’ve now found a new house, but it’s smaller than the one we’ve been in. This means we’ve had to sort through all of our belongings and decide what we’re actually taking with us. Because we pooled things from both my sister’s house and my flat when we moved in a year ago, we have double of pretty much everything. Sorting through it all isn’t a quick or easy task!
We should be in our new a place within the next few weeks. It’s in a village on the outskirts of Lincoln, which is much more to my taste than the house in the city we’ve just had. I’m looking forward to finding some new places to photograph.