Yesterday, I boldly pronounced, was a dreary no-hoper.
By now I ought to know better.
Though I did still keep my eyes on a window.
And at 1740…hmmm…is that blue?
It was late, but there was hope after all.
For the past three weeks, my eyesight has been screwy. More screwy than usual, that is. I have diplopia. One of those developments that can happen with age. I was fortunate to find a doctor here who was able to provide a solution. Lenses that contain prisms. It was so great to see the world in focus again, rather than like a kaleidoscope! Recently I got an adjustment, which was fine. Then suddenly it wasn’t. I see two of everything, despite the special lenses.
It’s…annoying…but no doubt it will get sorted and in the meantime at least I can still appreciate colour, and the ever changing light. And I can read and write on my PC.
Maybe it’s time I changed the name of my blog.
What could I call it?
“Clouds in Cambridge”?
Clouds do seem to feature more than cats.
Am I a stuck record?
Do young people even know what that means?
But I am lucky to experience these images and I feel compelled to share them.
Perhaps pretty pictures are a small relief from the daily images of despair in all quarters?
Realizing that I was in for a treat, I went out to watch.
Each moment, the spectacle became more grand.
As the Sun lit the tops of trees
The sky darkened, offering a great backdrop
…and it turned a rich, deep blue
Across the valley, the hills lit up as the Sun sank
Finally, the day drew in
and the Sun bowed to the Moon…
If you’re still with me, I may as well continue…
Dawn brought surprises.
Rising at 5 to find out who was murdering Sophia, I clicked on the outside light and saw a beautiful fox on the patio. It was too dark to attempt to photograph a very nervous fellow.
But I forgave the cats for waking me and returned to bed.
When I surfaced again two hours later…
The Nyjer seed feeder had been full, last night and the suet holder had not looked like this!
We’d been raided!
Masked bandits, no doubt.
This one visited us two years ago.
Raccoons are beautiful and entertaining, but after that summer’s very sad conclusion, we have tried to avoid encouraging their presence.
There had been a hard frost..
leaving interesting patterns on the water bowls
A chickadee sat in a frosted bush to pose
How everything changes with a degree of frost
“You’re telling me!” exclaimed Mr Cardinal
and a bit of mist
Our lovely dawn did not last
…though I still found beauty in the images…