More specifically concerning: frost
A view (33)
21 November 2011, around 7.07.
frost
9 December 2011, around 6.56.
The changing patterns of frost on the window are always interesting to me.
A view (35)
4 January 2013, around 14.01.
Frostbound at home.
mulch
24 December 2013, around 14.10.
No snow, sadly. And of course expected – hoped for – snow at the mountain for Christmas; I’m sure there is, too, another few hundred feet further up. The only thing for it is to skate Skarphedin-like across the hardwood floors in stocking’d feet for another cup of tea.
21.i.2021
21 January 2021, around 8.09.
‘A State is never a utilitarian institution pure and simple. It congeals on the surface of time like frost-flowers on a windowpane, and is as unpredictable, as ephemeral and, in its pattern, as rigidly causal to all appearances as they.’ —Huizinga, Homo Ludens