The lovely haphazard tumbling down lochside. The weather has surpassed itself. Icy cold brilliantly sunny mornings. At the edge of the loch seaweed encased in a thin almost transparent coating of ice. As the sun gains a hold the ice retreats with a slow drip dripping. Watching ice melt can perhaps be compared to watching paint dry! But it was magical and silent, even the drips were quiet. To my right a tree had lost the battle to hold onto the bank and slipped down towards the loch edge. It might have lost the battle to stay upright but it carried on sprouting the first buds and leaves of spring. It is a very special place and as is so often the beauty is right down at my feet.
7 comments:
That looks so special and wonderful images of the ice melting.
Sarah x
Winter gives way to spring..this is the fifth season snapped to perfection.
Hi Annie, thanks for sharing the lovely photos- what a beautiful place you live in.
Signs of spring in the air, how lovely. It is slowing warming where I live as well.
Fabulous photos!
Such cold and beautiful images. Your lochside must be such a peaceful, wonderful place to watch the seasons change.
It is heartening to see the catkins beginning to open again.
Always so lovely, where you live. I wonder how many layers you wear to go out and linger in it though?
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