Here he is, Old Man Winter. I saw him smiling down at the bare limbs of the trees in November of 2009. You have to look closely to see him. Winter is quite illusive at times--like today when it seems so balmy, except for the leafless trees, one might think it were September.
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Above you view him as I first saw him in the clouds. As you can see, I didn't have to enhance Old Man Winter very much at all..
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Old Man Winter
He has a real long beard that's white as snow
He has icicle fingers and popsicle toes
He has chestnuts roasting on an open fire
He has you scootin' down the hill on a worn out tire
He has sleigh bells ringing out into the night
He has everybody feeling alright
When Old Man Winter comes to town
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He has the whole world sleeping beneath a blanket of white
He has everything shining on a full moon night
He has kids of all ages, clowning around,
Building snow forts and knocking them down
He has frost on the windows, Ice on the stairs
Smoke from the chimney and pine in the air
When Old Man Winter comes to town

Happy Paint Party Friday, all you wonderful artists and beautiful people. God bless you, dear ones--have a lovely weekend and thank you for dropping by.

































