This morning had a cold look about it.
When I went to empty the bird’s frozen water pans, there was still a remnant of yesterday’s ice.
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But I was surprised to find that last night’s freeze had not been so hard.
Missing item: My ice mallet!
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It will have been put in a place where I was sure to find it when freezing weather returned.
Grant said helpfully:
“I saw it somewhere recently.”
Operative word: “somewhere”.
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As the Sun rose, the temperature climbed and according to the infallible oracle, for the next two days it will hover around 60F/15C.
At least I won’t need the ice mallet.
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Aeroplanes came shooting out of the dawn in all directions.
Our direction once more was north to Greenwich.
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Different time of day, different images.
By now I think everyone must be well-acquainted with route 372 and it’s many complexions which I am compelled to capture.
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Currently it’s in a good state of repair!
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Will that barn finish falling down this winter?
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Someone always has to mess up a paint job!
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Still not another car in sight.
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Remember I said something was happening?
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Today a surprise:
The driver pulled off and parked!
It is still unclear what the masterplan may be, but it is nice to have a view of the Battenkill.
Wouldn’t it be nice if that was the masterplan?
From here I could walk.
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We’ve been driving past here for 5 years and I had a vague sort of idea that there was a drop in the level of the river, but had never thought about it.
With the viewpoint opened up, the sound of rushing water has become unmistakable.
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The tall structure, which I had never noticed before, is part of an old factory, many of which are dotted along rivers in this part of the world.
Somehow I can’t help feeling those were happier days, before big industries arrived.
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The Three trees.
They are on my favourites list.
It’s a long list.
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Returning in late morning, we decided on early lunch and I rather hoped to have an uninterrupted afternoon, but Grant was undertaking a cooking challenge which involved conversion charts and opinions. (Mine? You must be joking!)
It was followed by general crashing and banging about and my eventual exasperation.
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“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were writing!”
Where’s that mallet? I’ve thought of a new purpose for it.
I am sorry, Carolyn, that I have been almost absent from your couple of posts but yesterday was my court hearing, and after I was so tired that I couldn’t write any comments.
Today, I love as usual the roads, the sky, and the trees, especially the three trees.
Cherish, Carolyn, Grant as he is so important, and never even as a joke think about different use of the ice mallet.
Joanna
Cracking nuts?
Poor Grant! A great selection of photos here Carolyn.
I only break things, not people!
Ha, ha, the last line made me laugh!
Your first photo is lovely and mystical! I just love fog/mist photos.
And suddenly it looks like Winter there with you ❄️. It was probably someone in a hurry to paint that white line. But what a lovely road – no potholes (like most roads here). Haha 😅, men can make quite a noise (and mess) when they’re in the kitchen … but I’m not complaining because I eat well!
The three trees would be on my list too.
Your mallet is in the same place as everything I have ever lost.
“‘Somewhere I will remember leaving it”. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.