Wolf, I'm just curious, but what are the flags for? Based on Mercenary, I'm assuming they're prayer flags? So, Wolf and Mercenary, why would a person hang prayer flags? Are they supposed to be good luck, mean something, or just decorations?

They are Tibetan Prayer Flags.

They are supposed to ward against negative energy, provide blessings.

Given what has happened to Tibet, which is covered in the things, I have my doubts on how well they work.

In my case, they are both pretty and spiritual.

The day after my little problem with the camera, I went back out to get some shots. The snow had started to thaw a little, so the long shots aren't quite as white as they had been. But still beautiful!

I also took some photos of Hebden Bridge today. Looked marvellous, with the canal all frozen over. Even got some of a little red breasted robin tootling about in the snow at the canal's edge. Also some of the town itself, in all it's rugged Pennine glory. I'll post them when I've got round to resizing them. Took me a year and a half, but I have finally fulfilled my promise to Bri to take hebden shots! :P

Absolutely beautiful!

Beautiful dani
Email what pics you want re sized to me , ill do it and post them For you

The pictures are lovely, but I still enjoyed your description more.:p

Meanwhile in Port Hueneme, we're walking around in shirtsleeves (t-shirts underneath), stopping in for ice cream. The only blizzards we're getting are capitalized Blizzards (tm), at the Dairy Queen.

ITS SNOWING!!!

Yesterday it was 70F (21.1C) and today its freezing and snowing!
Almost-real snow too, I can look out the window and see white flakes falling.
As soon as I get outta work, I'll post pics!

It'll all melt before tomorrow most likely, but oh well.

Ugh, here too! Except no snow, just the 50-degree temperature drop. I hate the weather in this state.

Beautiful pics Dana, I love them. The drystone walls stand out so well against the snow.

Here it rained last night.
Wooooeeeee! The pavements were sheet ice this morning.
I mean - really. We were all in boots of one kind or another, and I don't mean silly girly high heeled things. But as soon as you put your foot down it slid away from you.

We minced along in procession til we got to the bus stop, walking on the grass when we could. The roads were okay once you got off the small estate ones, but elsewhere it was treachorous.

It snowed all last night and this morning. Another four or five inches of snow. I went out onto the lane out back, with Pilau, around midnight. It was strange and beautiful with the orange glow of the streetlights and the mist starting to form and everywhere soft with snow.

By the time I took Pilau for his midday walk today, the snow was thick and a dense fog had descended on the village. Everything was white and grey. Skeletal trees, which yesteday had seemed so shockingly stark against the white, were wraithlike and indistinct; branches bleeding into the fog, like they were a part of it. Villagers, muffled and faceless, appeared and disappeared like spirits. Even the houses seemed insubstantial; fading within moments of passing. A ghost village. We are here and then we sink back into the fog.

Dana, I'm half-expecting you to post about field mice singing Christmas carols door-to-door.

The field mice around here are staying tucked in their beds - very cold temperatures minus 1 to 5 degrees F. All the streets except the main ONE are sheets of ice. I expect to see the mice with their skates around midnight. ;)

Wintry Brigadoon.