Silver-white.
Jan. 7th, 2003 03:42 pmI can't wait to get some seeds for my feeder. I want to watch my cats, watching the birds outside the window. :)
I took a couple pictures, which aren't fabulous but give ideas of things.
Finally got off my bum and finished my maple staff, which for some unknown reason seemed to need an antler:

And I took a picture of my new BoS binder, or at least the painted part of it. It has shinies:

So I finally went for a walk - I headed west, and let the crows guide my path. They took me up through all the old huge Victorian-era houses in the neighbourhood, which are sheltered under huge old trees. I love walking through there - I wish there was a park in amongst them I could sit in. The crows called to one another as I walked and they flew...very nice.
The mottled sky moved along, carried by the breath of the wind. The wind sang its own song today - when no people and no cars moved and made noise, it whistled and rushed down empty streets and clattering branches. it was the same sound I always heard of the wind at home, walking in empty fields, and I have missed it. You could hear windchimes, too. It made the walk a little more chill, but not less lovely.
As I came home, it started to snow, big fat fluffy flakes again. I think my previous anxiety on the day is gone for a while now. It was a very spirit-easing walk. It reminds me that sometimes you can find the wild, even when you're stuck in the city. Now I just have to get some seed for my bluejays...
-M.
I took a couple pictures, which aren't fabulous but give ideas of things.
Finally got off my bum and finished my maple staff, which for some unknown reason seemed to need an antler:

And I took a picture of my new BoS binder, or at least the painted part of it. It has shinies:

So I finally went for a walk - I headed west, and let the crows guide my path. They took me up through all the old huge Victorian-era houses in the neighbourhood, which are sheltered under huge old trees. I love walking through there - I wish there was a park in amongst them I could sit in. The crows called to one another as I walked and they flew...very nice.
The mottled sky moved along, carried by the breath of the wind. The wind sang its own song today - when no people and no cars moved and made noise, it whistled and rushed down empty streets and clattering branches. it was the same sound I always heard of the wind at home, walking in empty fields, and I have missed it. You could hear windchimes, too. It made the walk a little more chill, but not less lovely.
As I came home, it started to snow, big fat fluffy flakes again. I think my previous anxiety on the day is gone for a while now. It was a very spirit-easing walk. It reminds me that sometimes you can find the wild, even when you're stuck in the city. Now I just have to get some seed for my bluejays...
-M.
Re: Greetings and Invitations
Date: 2003-01-07 04:28 pm (UTC)-m.