January 3rd, 2008

Yellow head

Photos of Parents

First thing this morning after I opened the curtains, I watched what I thought was mist creeping up the valley, only to realise that it was snow. This snow, the first of the winter, is still falling and covering the ground well. Big fluffy flakes whirling out of the background whiteness, like moths or feathers.

Later. Well actually the snow keeps coming in brief showers, but not enough to do much covering. The snow is threadbare and patchy. Long gone, it seems, are the big snowfalls of my childhood.

Here are pictures of my parents (and Barney the dog).