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FiftyFive ~ # 15 @ 4pm
With my glasses, hat and smile askew the world looks slightly different. Though the snow is familiar the greybeard (3 days and growing) blends in nicely with the whiteness, though its not keeping my chin any warmer. Its been an odd day thus far for I have been writing but even as I stop for lunch everything seems incomplete - I am Aristophanes' decentred man, in my bits and scattered around the garden. But isn't work ever thus - unless you are building a wall or paitning a door (or learning to spell) we are forever tweaking and re-writing and correcting and thinking and then vacuuming the floor - for prevarication is sometimes the only cure. 
It has now been snowing solid since I woke at 5.30am and perhaps long before that too. And though it is wet snow it is piling up and will freeze come 4pm - which is now and the temperature has definately dropped. So I have put the fire on and hopefully these will be the last of the winter pictures. And then I will need some mood music and a laptop to work on and the cold can go the way of ghosts. Mary Black might help - just once in a very blue moon:
With my glasses, hat and smile askew the world looks slightly different. Though the snow is familiar the greybeard (3 days and growing) blends in nicely with the whiteness, though its not keeping my chin any warmer. Its been an odd day thus far for I have been writing but even as I stop for lunch everything seems incomplete - I am Aristophanes' decentred man, in my bits and scattered around the garden. But isn't work ever thus - unless you are building a wall or paitning a door (or learning to spell) we are forever tweaking and re-writing and correcting and thinking and then vacuuming the floor - for prevarication is sometimes the only cure. 
It has now been snowing solid since I woke at 5.30am and perhaps long before that too. And though it is wet snow it is piling up and will freeze come 4pm - which is now and the temperature has definately dropped. So I have put the fire on and hopefully these will be the last of the winter pictures. And then I will need some mood music and a laptop to work on and the cold can go the way of ghosts. Mary Black might help - just once in a very blue moon: 
