I caught this sunrise over Owasso Lake early last month. The lake was covered with snow and likely slowly freezing underneath. In December the lake still hasn't completely frozen, much to the dismay of the ice fishermen. The trees are now completely bare, all the better to hear the message below:
Red and green for Christmas--who doesn't love to see them getting along so nicely? Above is a painting made by Karl Larsson of his daughter decorating their tree. I see her red stockings, red stripes in her apron, cap and shawl as well as a few ornaments. A quietly festive scene.
Called Out in the Snow by Mela Koehler who was part of the The Wiener Werkstätte (Vienna Workshop) in the early 20th century. I love the lines and movement especially from the floating scarf and ribbons, not to mention the bright red gloves and the big red bow in the girl's braid. A happy scene.
I don't know who made this bucolic scene but it has hung in my kitchen for a long time. The lambs near the fire always make me smile as does the white cat sleeping in the window. Then there's the red stockings, towel and fire's glow. A warm scene.
I happened upon this surprising sunrise along Snail Lake early one morning in December. The lakes are slow in freezing this year--usually the fish houses are on the lakes by Thanksgiving. This one is on its way but some water remained that morning, reflecting the electric sky.
I gladly share this scene @ Skywatch Fridayalong with Pink Moon by the late, great, Nick Drake for your listening pleasure.
'Tis the season of lights and almost Tuesday, which means linking a photo to Ruby Tuesday where red is the color of the day. On our Christmas tree blue decorations far exceed red. The red star on the left is from David's childhood tree which makes it really, really old. On the bottom is a blown glass 'candy apple' on a stick with us since the girls were little.
Not really red, except maybe if cats were inclined to blush. . .this is Bean making a hasty exit after being discovered under the tree for the millionth time today. Note 'the look.' Bad cat.
early winter's brooding sky brim full with dirty cotton clouds
shooting colors from the east as the curtain lifts over the lake
and you know how I feel about silhouettes of trees
I'm linking this glimpse of daylight to Skywatch Friday with its many sky views.
'I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. I feel as if this tree knows everything I ever think of when I sit here. When I come back to it, I never have to remind it of anything; I begin just where I left off.'