Picture Postcard

Stop and smell the roses, and all.

I almost missed it this morning, but when I took the mental pause and realized what lay before me it was a picture postcard moment.

Sharp cold, a thick white layer of frost and day-old snow on the pastures along the river, three colorful hot air balloons between me and the early morning sun. If it was a postcard it would have been a cliche, but cliches are what they are for a reason.

Sadly, no camera.

One Comment

  1. Hi Bro!
    I found your blogs when looking on Google for possible Dad info for a friend who wants to see some more of his paintings. You just never know what’s out there. I didn’t know you had put his war stuff on inkstain.
    Any way to put his art on the site?
    Cold here–got our Christmas tree today–Charlie Brownish and wonderful.

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