Winter came early this year, with lasting cold weather. It’s hard on the birds:
Much of the river is already getting covered by ice.
Visit Watery Wednesday for more watery pictures.
Winter came early this year, with lasting cold weather. It’s hard on the birds:
Much of the river is already getting covered by ice.
Visit Watery Wednesday for more watery pictures.
Sun and Sky, Water and Earth. All of the four elements together.
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I’m entering this photo for Weekend Reflections at Newton Area Photo.
‘Do we walk in legends or on the green earth in the daylight?'
‘A man may do both,' said Aragorn. 'For not we but those who come after will make the legends of our time. The green earth, say you? That is a mighty matter of legend, though you tread it under the light of day!’
~ J.R.R. Tolkien ~
For more Weekend Reflections visit Newton Area Photo
Looking at the view above it is perhaps not quite easy to determine the perspective, so let’s step back a little bit:
We’re on top of a hill, and that stone wall surrounds the dam above an artificial waterfall:
Pictures from 1½ week ago (9 October).
These pictures were taken under a motorway bridge crossing the river. Really, one of the most boring sights in town! – until you start exploring it through the eye of the camera…
From the same cemetery/park as in yesterday’s post.
These five photos are all straight-from-the-camera shots with my little Nikon Coolpix.
(With a nod to Adrian of Adrian’s Images… )
It’ HOT here so I’m throwing in a COOL picture from last year… It’s an artificial waterfall they’ve made down a steep hill in a park, running down to a lake beneath.
The water lilies not in bloom yet but their leaves made a colourful picture anyway.
“It took me time to understand my water lilies.” ~ Claude Monet ~
Water sprinklers on the football (soccer) field earlier this week.
Weather forecasts predict a hot weekend.
“To a gardener there is nothing more exasperating
than a hose that just isn't long enough.”
- Cecil Roberts
“Be praised, My Lord, through Sister Water;
she is very useful, and humble, and precious, and pure.”
- St. Francis of Assisi
I heard Your voice
Whisper to the wild water
Step by Step
Slowly I turnFrom the song ‘Whisper to the Wild Water’ by Máire (Moya) Brennan
Yaweh make me Your stream
Place me inside Your dream
Touch my mouth, softly call
Take me out to the waterFrom the song ‘To the Water’ by Máire (Moya) Brennan
(Both songs from the album ‘Whisper to the wild Water’)
Back in February, I posted pictures of this old mill and waterfall all covered in snow and ice.
The mill is looked after by a local history society, and the little island behind it, embraced by two arms of a river, is a nature reserve area with a many different kinds of trees and flowers – some common, some rare.
We went for a walk there again this first Sunday in May, and that’s where my photos this week will be from. Spring is rather late this year, after a hard winter. The trees were only just at that first hint of green, but some of the early spring flowers at their finest.
“Much water goeth by the mill, that the miller knoweth not of” ~ Proverb
“The mill cannot grind with the water that is past” ~ Proverb
Wood Anemones – Anemone nemorosa - Vitsippa
See close-up photos of wood anemones in yesterday’s post at The Island of the Voices.
More pictures from Laundry Day in our town centre.
“In England nobody understands what rag-carpets are; but in every part of America they are more or less used. The wealthy use them for their kitchens, and sometimes dining rooms; the farmers, for their chambers; and often every room in the house will be covered with them ... Every conceivable kind of woollen cloth was cut into little shreds about half an inch wide, and an inch long. These were all joined together lengthwise, and then wound in balls. The children's employment was to help in sewing the shreds together, and thus to make hundreds and thousands of yards of woollen band. This was afterwards woven into a coarse kind of carpet, and produced a mottle of all colours, not at all unpleasing to the eye. Occasionally such carpets would be dyed all of one colour; sometimes they were woven into a regular pattern, stripe or plaid; but this...was to be a mottled one; and their young friends...were invited for a few days to help in this homely but curious work; during which, however, some amusing book was read, and thus the time passed pleasantly.”
Mary Botham Howitt, Our Cousins in Ohio, 1849
Without any research to prove it, I’d say the traditional Swedish rag-carpets are usually striped; as can also be seen in these pictures.
“Rugs made of cloth would generally stand up to being washed in a tub if they were small enough. Bigger ones could be rinsed through in a creek or stream. In Finland there is a tradition of washing rag rugs in summer in the nearest lake or river. Some Finnish women used to freshen their rugs at the end of winter by spreading them out on snow, sprinkling more on top, then hanging them to dry in sunshine and/or breeze.”
Quotes from: http://www.oldandinteresting.com/history-rag-rugs.aspx

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