Posted on November 7, 2012 by Catherine ArcolioOld Man Frost leaves his whiskers behind when he runs through the woods chasing moonbeams and sunshine. Like this:Like Loading...
I will tell that to my little boy the next time we see Old Man Frost’s whiskers! A very lovely image lingering in my mind. Sharon Loading... Reply
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i do enjoy so many of your posts, but i think this is my favorite so far. thank your for sharing your unique perspectives! Loading... Reply
Gave me images of a naked old man running through the woods for some reason! Wonderful and funny. Loading... Reply
Nice affect, using poems and photos. It seems I share a similar aesthetic–trees, flowers, lichen, etc. Thanks for sharing this great stuff! Loading... Reply
My one Grama told me that snow flakes were the soap flakes of the angels. Do you remember when laundry soap was big flaky stuff? Was it called Ivory Snow? Maybe. Loading... Reply
Just one itty bitty question please: Are you sure he’s chasing ‘moonbeams’ and ‘not’ “Women, Wine & Song”? Loading... Reply
This is such a great shot! It’s so tactile – just makes me want to pat it 😉 *reminds me of the fluffly old english dog 🙂 Loading... Reply
I will tell that to my little boy the next time we see Old Man Frost’s whiskers! A very lovely image lingering in my mind. Sharon
Beautiful image; lovely words! Cheers, Linda
Magical!
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Truly gifted in choice of image and words.
I really, really enjoy your site! Thank you!
beautiful as usual
Wonderful image and words. I love it!
I really like this photo. It has a lot of character.
i do enjoy so many of your posts, but i think this is my favorite so far. thank your for sharing your unique perspectives!
brought a smile to my face ~ Kat
That photo is AWESOME. Your site rocks! 🙂
nice!
Gave me images of a naked old man running through the woods for some reason! Wonderful and funny.
Nice affect, using poems and photos. It seems I share a similar aesthetic–trees, flowers, lichen, etc. Thanks for sharing this great stuff!
Inspiring! 🙂
My one Grama told me that snow flakes were the soap flakes of the angels. Do you remember when laundry soap was big flaky stuff? Was it called Ivory Snow? Maybe.
Just one itty bitty question please:
Are you sure he’s chasing ‘moonbeams’ and ‘not’ “Women, Wine & Song”?
😉
thanks for all your thoughtful comments…
you’re very welcome ‘seedbud’
I really enjoyed this one… 🙂
This is great! Perfect title – wonderful imagination.
Great photo–looks so whimsical!
I hope he kept enough so he will stay warm!
This is such a great shot!
It’s so tactile – just makes me want to pat it 😉 *reminds me of the fluffly old english dog 🙂
Just too cool!
So soft and lovely.
Great photo.