morning’s frost
and filtered sunlight
tempered joywinter writes its daily script
icy fingers on the pane
Photos from 21 January 2013
by Lizl Bennefeld.
Poem © 21 January 2019,
Lizl Bennefeld.
Eclipse of the morning sun
frost ferns
Last Year’s First Sunrise
Looking back through the archives again, today.
The first days of winter
January 26 | Face in the Frost
I did not awake in time to take a photo of the frost on the window, and so I have gone into my archives. This frost face is from this date in 2009. (Aren’t archives fun!?!)
Evidently I overdid it on Monday and used nearly all of Tuesday’s spoons, too. I took a lot of naps. I woke up at 7:30 or so, this morning, even though I took my last antibiotics pill yesterday morning. Samantha (my Cocker Spaniel) was not awake, and so I got another three hours of sleep. Headed for the Toddy coffee, which is in the microwave, nice and hot.
Best wishes for your day!
Lizl
January 25 | Frost
A photograph from 2014-01-25.
I’m recovering health quite nicely. It’s just taking a while. The cold is now confined to a persistent cough.
January 21 | Frost on the Window
Enjoy!
This has not, so far, been a good winter for frost on the window. This frost pattern is from January 21 in 2011.
Lizl
Frost on the Window | Face
Warming pattern is supposed to begin this week, preventing spooky faces from peering in through the frost.
(￣▽￣)ノ
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Melting
Some of you may remember this photograph from a few years ago (2012-12-31). I have recropped and reworked the original image since then.
Larger image here.)
Here is another photo from the same day, same window. It was a very nice day for photographing the frost. A great variety of textures and images.
Color
Still on the sick list . . .
I’ve checks to write and mail, today, but I think that aside from that, it’s a little mild exercise and then back into sleep. However, I still have a recent frost photo that I can share.
My SpO2 is up from 85% to 89% from when awakening, and my pulse rate has dropped from 101 to 69 bpm, but still experiencing eye strain, I think, and fatigue. A long stretch of sleep, i think. Hopefully, I can play catch-up with the poems over the weekend.
With regard to the “animal” prompt for yesterday’s poem, when I think about animals, my mind goes straight to PETA, changing weather patterns, and species extinction. I didn’t realize the amount of anger (frustration?) in me related to such matters.
ETA: Feeling much, much better after longish sleep. Going to try an outing for groceries after a bit. Maybe even the butcher shop.
The Moments Between 