Driving By Lovely St Mary Annes

I was driving back from photographing the river in ice and snow and while taking this photograph I realized that the 10 O'clock service was just starting - and this was the last day of January so if I wanted to start coming to church again then I better act now - old clothes and all - so parked and entered to that great old feeling of coming home, agnostic that I am it was returning home.

 

Skim Ice and Geese

 

A Sphere By Any Other Shape Would -

 

Nothing Really Changes

 

Li K’ai-hsien  1502-68

Hiss, hiss—the north wind blows,
knocking people down in the streets.
They have pants which don’t even cover their shins;
and they have no food at all; only dust fills their jars.
In the warm houses, what do they know of winter?
The flowery rooms have a springtime of their own!
Those dandies with their fancy pants of silk:
there’s not much you can say to them about the poor

translated Chinese poem from 500 years ago

Female Wood Duck - swimming farther up the feeder creek, I lucked out and was able to get a shot of her