Beautiful series of images, including the previous one, capturing the beauty of the snowy scene. Now how that snow creature can thrive in a numb state stretches credulity...I am shivering at the thought!!! Most elegant image, oh intrepid photographer!!!
The temperature was around -9, but there was no wind, so it was relatively pleasant in the sunshine. In actuality, I was not completely numb, and felt every snowflake on my anus.
So glad to hear it! My immediate reaction was that I would much prefer a warm tongue teasing my anus,.... but after reading your account perhaps I should keep an open mind - or hole - to new sensations!!!
Beware hoar frost; sighted in the morn, gone by high noon. Also be wary of the icy tentacles of rime ice. Such terror creeps within stealthily, invading and sedating the wildest of hearts..
I am wary of the thin disguise, the ephemeral beauty. Rime of season, a frosty nature, a certain glint of sunlight and icicles suddenly a maw of dripping fangs.
Beautiful series of images, including the previous one, capturing the beauty of the snowy scene. Now how that snow creature can thrive in a numb state stretches credulity...I am shivering at the thought!!! Most elegant image, oh intrepid photographer!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Luke.
DeleteThe temperature was around -9, but there was no wind, so it was relatively pleasant in the sunshine. In actuality, I was not completely numb, and felt every snowflake on my anus.
So glad to hear it! My immediate reaction was that I would much prefer a warm tongue teasing my anus,.... but after reading your account perhaps I should keep an open mind - or hole - to new sensations!!!
DeleteI love these!!!! A benumbed snow sprite for sure......
ReplyDeleteThank you, Maddie.
DeleteWe haven't had a lot of sunshine of late, and the clear sky had me spritely. And beneath a thin topping of ice, powdery perfect snow.
Beware hoar frost; sighted in the morn, gone by high noon. Also be wary of the icy tentacles of rime ice. Such terror creeps within stealthily, invading and sedating the wildest of hearts..
ReplyDeleteI am wary of the thin disguise, the ephemeral beauty. Rime of season, a frosty nature, a certain glint of sunlight and icicles suddenly a maw of dripping fangs.
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