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The beauty of frozen ground in winter

Snow-on-grasses
As a child, walking to school on a NZ winters morning we always loved the frost and ice. Throwing stones on ice puddles, picking up shards of broken ice and tasting it regardless of the fact that it may have been a muddy puddle. Picking up sticks to poke the frosty leaves simply to listen to the soft crunching sound it made. The feel of the cold around ones face was a pleasant sensation and the animals all huddled with steam rising from their mouths, all made for the joy of a winters morning. 

Now it seems one bit of cold and I'm complaining ever so vigorously.


CHILD: Listen to the birds singing in the cold...........................ADULT: That noise woke me up.
CHILD: My face feels alive.........................................................ADULT:  My cheeks have frost bite.
CHILD: My nose is tingling........................................................ADULT: My nose is running and I need another handkerchief.
CHILD: My teeth chatter like a goblins......................................ADULT: My jaw is aching I have arthritis
CHILD: My fingers touch the ice pond.... .................................ADULT: My fingers have turned blue and grrr I left my gloves at home.
CHILD: I just love running and skipping in the frosty fields.......ADULT: I can't wait to get back inside to a heater.


I am glad I wrote this blog, it is a reminder of how I was as a child and how life was a total buzz from sunup till sundown. How enjoyment was so simple and easy to obtain. My images are taken in the South Island of New Zealand.


Frost all sharp and it bites!
Glorious and cold. Lake Clearwater, New Zealand.
Protection against the cold
Twinkling
Catch the light
On a cold and frosty morn. MacKenzie Basin new Zealand.
In the stillness the ground became hard
Frozen in time
The mountain slopes. Kaikoura mountains New Zealand.
Cold
Winter white
Leafy frost. Otago, New zealand.
The colours of winter
Across the lake. Lake Heron.
Solitude on the edge
Peace
Happy to be alive.
Only the hardy survive

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Through the beautiful art of photography, I hope that you enjoy the vibrance of the Southern parts of our earth.