All around a steady drip, combined with the occasional roar as a burst pipe thaws into life. Enough of that. On to the traditional ‘snowy landscape with sheep‘, another unavoidable part of the winter ritual.
A brief and bitter walk on Christmas afternoon led past this barn in the last of the light. I found more interest in a frozen stream near our front door, though, before a foot of snow covered it. It might almost have been a photogram by Moholy-Nagy.
Another rather spectacular example of life imitating art appeared in a nearby house where dry rot fungus had spread between two sheets of perspex leaning against a wall. The abstract (about 4 feet high) that resulted when the sheets were peeled apart was a thing of great beauty.