Winter jaunt around Cape Spear.
February 19th 2025.
Maybe it’s weird of me to say it but I’m looking forward to winter and the colder weather. Snow is just magical sometimes.
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Winter jaunt around Cape Spear.
February 19th 2025.
Maybe it’s weird of me to say it but I’m looking forward to winter and the colder weather. Snow is just magical sometimes.

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In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
Albert Camus, from “Return to Tipasa” in “Personal Writings” (Vintage, August 4, 2020)
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Mid Winter to Mid Summer by Tony

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Oh yes - summertime. The time when we got through the worst. Hopefully.
So here is a little outlook. Well deserved after all the hardship.
A song from a band from Catalunya. Cool, smooth and - easy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxIPVAPRBi4 ;)
Finally finished this hoop. ♥️ I realized selling an Imbolc themed item in my shop update scheduled to be on Imbolc was silly. So when a friend requested to purchase it I felt it was right. I’ll be making at least an Ostara piece as part of my update instead. 🐇
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Winter Song - Wilfred Owen
The browns, the olives, and the yellows died,
And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed
Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide,
And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed,
Fell back, and down the snow-drifts flamed and flowed.
From off your face, into the winds of winter,
The sun-brown and the summer-gold are blowing;
But they shall gleam with spiritual glinter,
When paler beauty on your brows falls snowing,
And through those snows my looks shall be soft-going.