Cool blues and frozen
Today was a chilly day so I didn't go out for a photowalk as such but did get a good step count and enough for an actifit post just by walking to the office out to lunch and between buildings for meetings today.
Starting with a shot from a while back when I visited Wildemeer beach, it was a nice morning a little cool for the late october but nothing like the cool temps today but the cool blues made me think it would fit with this post
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Frozen
I know I said to myself and to some on discord that today I would e sensible and not go for a walk other than to and from the office, but after one meeting today and going nuts with all the forms i have to complete and find info for I did go for a little walk up to Battery Park today to see if the fountain was frozen.
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I was expecting it to be a bit more frozen but it was still cool to see
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Dont have to much I can think of to add to this post so how about a poem, but not one written by me,
AN OLD MAN’S WINTER NIGHT BY ROBERT FROST
All out-of-doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
What kept him from remembering what it was
That brought him to that creaking room was age.
He stood with barrels round him—at a loss.
And having scared the cellar under him
In clomping there, he scared it once again
In clomping off—and scared the outer night,
Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar
Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
But nothing so like beating on a box.
A light he was to no one but himself
Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,
A quiet light, and then not even that.
He consigned to the moon—such as she was,
So late-arising—to the broken moon
As better than the sun in any case
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt
Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,
And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.
One aged man—one man—can’t keep a house,
A farm, a countryside, or if he can,
It’s thus he does it of a winter night.
And that’s all folks
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