This morning I was given a beautiful gift of painted windows. Outside in the night the frost had worked to make patterns on the glass, a transitory delight of ice and light. It made my heart glad.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Finely etched in frost on glass.
This morning I was given a beautiful gift of painted windows. Outside in the night the frost had worked to make patterns on the glass, a transitory delight of ice and light. It made my heart glad.
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Mother nature creates the most beautiful things. A true artist.
ReplyDeleteLooks like feathers and fern! wonderful!!
ReplyDeleteOh how beautiful!
ReplyDeletelooks like a feather has been stroked across your window, nature is wonderous x
ReplyDeleteAnd you captured this moment of beauty forever!!!! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThe Ferndom of Frost.
ReplyDeleteThey're like paintings. Gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful, beautiful world you live in with glass leaves on your windows. Such wonder.
ReplyDeleteOl Jack certainly did a fine job for you Jackie. There are so many things I miss about home.
ReplyDeleteClever chap Jack Frost isn't he!
ReplyDeleteHe visited me a few nights ago as well and I put some of his ice paintings on my Wordhoards blog too!
Fantastic coincidence I think!
Keep warm!
Carrie... :)
I'm with Tracy on this one ...so many things.....
ReplyDeleteOften you just don't appreciate the sheer beauty of something as simple till you never get to see it as commonplace. We seldom have frost and when we do it isn't nearly as beautiful in its structure...
and as a wee aside, my word I had to type was deamist....quite appropriate
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