daily haikuopen the curtains
wonderland before my eyes
trees frosted with hoar
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About Me
- Chris Valentine
- Chris was born in England and graduated HS in 1958. She was employed by the UK Medical Research Council Radiobiological Unit at AERE Harwell in their histology lab and genetics division before leaving for the USA in 1964. In the USA she was employed most of her life by the Northern Cheyenne Tribe, first as a Head Start teacher and then as a Chemical Dependency Counselor, Trainer, DUI Instructor and Grant Writer. She retired in 2003.
Three wonderful pictures. I agree that the one of the Tongue River is my favorite. It has a quality of softness just waiting for the sun to pop out making it a blinding landscape.
ReplyDeleteAnd a wonderful haiku to praise the scene. I love hoar frost particularly when the wind has been steady from one direction. The it covers only one side of the trees. When you drive past, the trees turn from bark color to pure white.