Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Up the road, early evening

The road is a stream-bed with melt-water, rippling tarmac. Molly's paws go plip-plap.

White mist rises from snow, which looks like someone has scraped patches of colour from the landscape.

3 comments:

Joe Hyam said...

Your weather and landscape seems like a mirror of ours.

Lucy said...

Hello, nice to see you in this long neglected place!

Crafty Green Poet said...

oh how sweet, the dog with the feet that go plip plap...