That is such a beautiful photo...it has sparked off something inside my head, just a glimmer of an idea for a new book. Thank you. Please may I copy it and save it to my desk top?
Why is it that when the frost makes those patterns it's truly gorgeous, but when you deliberately install glass that has an identical pattern etched on it you're accused of Hyacinth Bucketry?? It was apparently the coldest weekend in 10 years, and the first time I've seeen Mr Fishwife get worried - the wash-wipe in his car froze so we had to endure a (shudder) dirty windscreen...
Lucy - It's a mystery. Like artificial flowers, I suppose. The first time you've seen Mr Fishwife get worried about anything? No wonder you married him!
Extra Virgin - B-b-rrr sums it up. (How was your summer holiday, damn it?!)
Dotterel - I looked it up, and you're absolutely right. How erudite! Your book arrived yesterday. I just have to finish Tobias Wolff's 'Old School', and then I can get stuck in.
Amos - Hei, og velkommen. I hadn't thought of that; nice one.
Amanda - I have just turned green. Not Amos's good sort of green, but an evil, jealous shade. I hope you are having a great time.
So quintessentially English says she from her lair (with double paned windows) in New York. Saw your comment on FF about April A. She used to have a bar?nightclub? on Edgerton Gardens Mews called , I think, AD8 -exactly opposite my godmother's house......... we are talking 1971 here...... how time passes
Elizabeth - Thank you for visiting. I didn't know about her bar, although my aunt had a house not far away in Gloucester Road. I have been visiting your blogs and am transported by your, and your contributors', photographs. Crosby, Stills and Nash have been going round in my head with the sun and shade and colour contrasts of your Marrakesh.
BT, I don't want to drive you up freezing walls with balmy long stories of windstill orangy evenings, fresh bright mornings after some thunder, braais & beer (wine), dusty roads, hot-hot sun on bare skin, the smell of moonflowers and diving through luke-warm water...and...and..,see I told you...
Jack Frost been busy... reminds me of a Cocteau Twins album cover...
ReplyDeleteThat's amazing.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for making me feel warmer!
It's beautiful
ReplyDeleteA definite 'duvet day'! With electric blanket full on.
ReplyDeleteIce palace!
ReplyDeleteA frozen planet?
No, Brother T's window!!
MY my my . . . . Aloha-
Thanks for the vicarious chill
That is such a beautiful photo...it has sparked off something inside my head, just a glimmer of an idea for a new book. Thank you. Please may I copy it and save it to my desk top?
ReplyDeleteSteve - You've had me YouTubing Cocteau Twins songs ever since I read this. There is something other-wordly about Elizabeth Fraser, wasn't there?
ReplyDeleteRol - I'm sure it's been a lot colder in your elevated neck of the woods.
Completely - Almost worth not having double glazing!
Laura - Electric blanket? How does that work?
Cloudia - It's a pleasure, friend.
DJK - Hello. And yes, of course you may. In fact, I gift you the photo to use as you wish, and if it brings you inspiration I'll be proud.
Thank you so much. xo I will make it the 'working cover' of the book or story it has inspired (still just a glimmer at the moment).
ReplyDeleteIt is very beautiful in a horribly cold way. I would not get up if I looked out of bed and saw a window like that.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't it look like thistle leaves? - very lovely, very Arts and Crafts
ReplyDeleteIt's a bit like quill pens. Are you still getting frost on the inside?
ReplyDeleteThat is amazing frost-like acanthus leaves. I hope you have many hot water bottles!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo of the frost too-I love the colour.
RB - Very wise!
ReplyDeleteLulu - It does look like thistle leaves. Worth the discomfort!
Fancy - And quills. No, thank goodness it's warmer.
Sarah - We do. Everything got roped into use, including a couple of those old stoneware 'pigs'!
Why is it that when the frost makes those patterns it's truly gorgeous, but when you deliberately install glass that has an identical pattern etched on it you're accused of Hyacinth Bucketry?? It was apparently the coldest weekend in 10 years, and the first time I've seeen Mr Fishwife get worried - the wash-wipe in his car froze so we had to endure a (shudder) dirty windscreen...
ReplyDeleteSo you're growing ice-trees in your house now. Cool. Will soon be a forest if not hacked back. B-b-rrrr...
ReplyDeleteReminds me of some lines by Andrew Young, something about frost on window-panes weaving ferny ambush... Must look it up. (Great pic!)
ReplyDeleteThrough the glass indistinct.
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing you won't want to know that where I am it is 4pm and still 30 degrees. We're going for a swim before tea!
ReplyDeleteLucy - It's a mystery. Like artificial flowers, I suppose. The first time you've seen Mr Fishwife get worried about anything? No wonder you married him!
ReplyDeleteExtra Virgin - B-b-rrr sums it up. (How was your summer holiday, damn it?!)
Dotterel - I looked it up, and you're absolutely right. How erudite! Your book arrived yesterday. I just have to finish Tobias Wolff's 'Old School', and then I can get stuck in.
Amos - Hei, og velkommen. I hadn't thought of that; nice one.
Amanda - I have just turned green. Not Amos's good sort of green, but an evil, jealous shade. I hope you are having a great time.
So quintessentially English says she from her lair (with double paned windows) in New York.
ReplyDeleteSaw your comment on FF about April A.
She used to have a bar?nightclub? on Edgerton Gardens Mews called , I think, AD8 -exactly opposite my godmother's house.........
we are talking 1971 here......
how time passes
Elizabeth - Thank you for visiting. I didn't know about her bar, although my aunt had a house not far away in Gloucester Road. I have been visiting your blogs and am transported by your, and your contributors', photographs. Crosby, Stills and Nash have been going round in my head with the sun and shade and colour contrasts of your Marrakesh.
ReplyDeleteBT, I don't want to drive you up freezing walls with balmy long stories of windstill orangy evenings, fresh bright mornings after some thunder, braais & beer (wine), dusty roads, hot-hot sun on bare skin, the smell of moonflowers and diving through luke-warm water...and...and..,see I told you...
ReplyDeleteTease.
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