The Ice Man Cometh

Hawk's Eye view of our garden
Strapping the cel-camera on went well
but were the results worth the effort

I wondered what the hawks are seeing as they circle our garden looking for a stray mouse. We have ice that would sink the Titanic and although the reflections are dazzling, I'm convince that we won't see green again for months, if ever.

it is a sobering thought.

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go. Farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Farewell.