I’ve been laid up with a resistant bacterial infection which has made me housebound beyond even what I can bear. So photographing the view from the window is limited by the lens capacity and the increasing greyness of winter…..
I’ve amused myself by seeing how far I can reach from indoors. The sheep huddling under the hawthorn tree four fields away, swans flying by in the distant sunny sky, seagulls dipping in the fresh lake water for their spa day out. But it’s losing it’s charm and windy, drizzly weather has started to set in as it typically does around Christmas time.
In December even the most beautiful view can seem empty and forlorn. This carol with words by Christina Rossetti (1872) is my current favourite for feeling deep, mid-winterish and quiet.
Sometimes darker is better…….sometimes nostalgia is a cure……
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,