In the Bleak Mid-Winter - No pino do frio Inverno...Still

...And the rime of the carol continues like this:

Snow has fallen,
snow on snow
snow on snow
In the bleak med winter
Long ago...
...and serious snow is like that:

In the Bleak Mid-Winter - No pino do frio Inverno

In the bleak mid winter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone…

These are the firs lines of the rime of a carol from Holst (the same that composed the symphonic suite “The planets”) that children sing in Christmas time at the door houses to get some sweets. As in Portugal we sing the “Janeiras”

Two views of the northern world, to go with…

Back to blogging ...again. De volta

Winter has not been so productive as expected in terms of writing and photographing and "Cor e Forma" has been in hibernation. My surprise is that still there are some persistent visitors that keep coming.

To re-start, images of winter: ice in Beira Alta, spotting the grass in a shadowy spot, in a chilly morning in our French garden.



Other different images, of an unbelievable sunny December day, are from Ria Formosa, Algarve.
The symbols of summer are always present as this fish almost floating in the winter, still mild, breeze