Look out your window....

Lorilei

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describe what you see.

I see, I kid you not, two pigs fornicating. And oh, don't I wish that was a euphemism....
 
lorilei13 said:
describe what you see.

I see, I kid you not, two pigs fornicating. And oh, don't I wish that was a euphemism....
lucky pigs :nana:
i see lots of grey clouds and the quiet still of the morning.
 
I see a grey morning, two giant pine trees that I want covered in snow, but are not.
 
I see a street, with no activity, no snow, no nothing, I need something interesting to happen.
 
TravelinJack said:
I see a street, with no activity, no snow, no nothing, I need something interesting to happen.
run out there naked jack, that ought to spice things up a bit :nana:
 
my window

describe what you see.

I see, I kid you not, two pigs fornicating. And oh, don't I wish that was a euphemism....

out the window can be seen the skeletal remains of a pine tree, limbs and branches burnt from a recent lightning strike. it points at the sky like a finger pointing to the clouds, a final accusation of what has happened.
left of the tree can be seen the derelect remains of an old barn, the southwest corner caved in, most of the wall planks missing. Slightly beyond can be found the beginnings of a light copse of trees, slowly beginning to reclaim the land that man has taken over the last dozen years or so.

Mostly what I see when I look out my window is the fruits of labor that I have done over the last five years living in this place. Perhaps soon I'll take the tree down. Maybe later I'll finish the job on the barn that Nature has started. But for now, I'll sit at my computer, stare out the window and try to imagine the best way to describe that which I cannot see.
 
my hanging plants, a bunch of brush in the marsh outside my apt and the road that goes by....and a BIG water tank....
 
I see the big tree in front of my window ... and my car that appears to need a wash

:rolleyes:
 
A lake that is almost out of water and a soon to be cool place to go 4wheeling.
 
Blackness at first. It is the depths of winter after all. But slowly the darkness recedes. In fear perhaps, but enigmatic as always, it reveals grudgingly. And what it reveals is , to the left, the remaining stark trees. Gaunt, stripped, naked in their winter slumber. Their leaves in a large drift in the corner between the house and the old cobble wall. And next door. A faux mansionette. In a particularly garish shade of yellow. Black slate roof, all pitch and sable starkness by comparison. And fake white plastic stonework nailed onto the corner. And further, beyond that, sparse windows of a high rise block of flats. One festive soul declaring "Happy Christmas" in bright flashing lights. Another simply displaying a small rosy father christmas. And above all, a surprisingly rosy glow off the low clouds. Midleading and false, nothing rosy about this dank, bleak, flat evening
 
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stripped, naked, flashing, simply displaying a small rosy ...................

HEY, wait a minute - I see you there you:eek: - come inside you silly man before something important freezes and drops off. ;)
 
Mhhhhmmm something tasty to nibble on does sound rather good

It most certainly does but I suppose we should not hijack this thread any further........would like to share the view from my bedroom window with you - the sun casting shadows across the snow and cardinals, mourning doves and an occassional sparrow at my bird feeder.
 
Front lawn with spruce trees and the snow finally gone. Across the road a lot with bare naked trees and a shed. Behind that trees along Yellowhawk Creek and the foothills of the Blue Mountains rising up. Lots of snow on them yet, with still more to come.:)
 
A funny ass Red Fox out in the meadow. He stands still for long periods of time then leaps high in the air landing nose first in the snow. He's trying to catch mice and gets one every 3rd or 4th try.....lol
 
A toad is huddling close to my frosty window to get out of the rain. The sky is a flat, pale grey. There's a stream of water rushing on either side of the street where the run-off is bubbling down; I live on the bottom of a slope of so many houses in a row. I think I'll stay inside today.
 
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