In an abstract frame of mind

Mirror, mirror. (An abstract created from reflections in a puddle on the front lawn.)

It is gray and windy here in the Bogs today.  But I got lucky.  When I stepped outside for my walk late this morning, I caught a patch of blue sky between the dark, gray clouds, and a few rays of sunshine streamed down for a minute or two.

A hole in the cloud cover

The temperature must have been dropping while I was walking.  I started out warm enough.  I felt in need of my super-duper, über-warm winter coat by the time I finished.

Silvery ice and water

The surface of the pond has mostly thawed.  There was a small patch of ice that the wind has blown to one corner, but that’s gone now, too.

Mallards

The ducks have returned, although I suspect it will be a short visit since it’s likely the pond will freeze over again.  There are three males and one female.  They’re getting along fine for now.  In a few weeks, perhaps when the weather is warmer, the males will be trying to chase each other off.

A skein overhead

A skein of geese flew overhead.  Did you know a group of geese in flight is called a skein?  I didn’t until I looked it up for this post.  Sometimes they’re called a flock.  On the ground they’re known as a gaggle of geese.

Grasses at the edge of the pond

There is no abstract art.  You must always start with something.  Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.

~ Pablo Picasso

Shimmy shimmy

Wisdom is the abstract of the past, but beauty is the promise of the future.

~ Oliver Wendell Holmes

Above and below

That’s it from the Bogs for today.  Bundle up if you’re going outside.  The wind is whipping, making the cold cut to the bone.  There’s more rain coming, followed by a wintry mix that looks like it includes ice, and then a big swath of snow will take over for the rest of the night.  Be careful out there.

Immersed.  (A maple leaf lying at the bottom of the pond.)

Thank you for visiting.  Have a delightful day, evening, night… whenever and wherever you are on the spectrum of time.  🙂

Oak leaves blowing in the wind

The longer you look at an object, the more abstract it becomes, and, ironically, the more real.

~ Lucian Freud

Fungus on a log

I think that ideas exist outside of ourselves.  I think somewhere, we’re all connected off in some very abstract land.  But somewhere between there and here ideas exist.

~ David Lynch

Fungus on a log II

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