Musings of a dyer and fiber artist from Lord of the Rings and Narnia country, the South Island of New Zealand.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Almost the Shortest Day
Here's a couple of pix taken around 7.30am - it is of course, winter here, and at this latitude south, the sun isn't rising until after 8am. There was a lovely colour along the horizon, and the moon was still up - that's it in the upper left of the left-hand photo, looking up through my denuded ficus tree with only one leaf at the top. You can see my bamboo wind-chimes on the clothesline. It's the coldest day here so far this winter, and my indoor-outdoor thermometer is reading ) degrees C (32 degrees F for you overseas readers).
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4 comments:
Those are beautiful photos!
I can FEEL those photos! There is such magic on mornings like those. Can you believe I actually miss the cold?
btw, I'm still in shock/laughing (not sure which!) about the "placemat" remark!
Wonderful photos. It's hard to imagine you being in winter as this afternoon it's so hot and humid here. One thunderstorm after another is passing through and the dogs are under the bed. If the next one (I can hear it coming) is like the last one, I may crawl under there with them. Or maybe it will blow me to NZ! Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas any more!!!!! Any yellow brick roads in NZ?? :-)
That is a piece of art Shirley.
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