The night before as were were looking for our destination we saw the grass in this area being burnt off, the fire glowing red in the cold night. In the morning there are little black frosted mounds and an old log still smouldering.
"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring"
William Wordsworth
A frosty fire. It looks like a Thai noodle dish.
ReplyDeleteThat textured landscape is amazing.
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I can almost smell that ash ... lovely combination of black and white.
ReplyDeleteI must be half asleep - I read the firewood/dog one first - then this one, and then thought I saw "an old dog still smouldering"!!!
ReplyDeleteLetty, what a macabre mind you have!
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