“The sheep get up and make their many tracks
John Clare ~ Winter Sheep
And bear a load of snow upon their backs,
And gnaw the frozen turnip to the ground
With sharp quick bite, and then go noising round”
A just above freezing day and I decided to leave my Apple i-spy-Phone at home. After all when out, I’m only using it for the in-phone camera and so once again I’ve resurrected my point-and-shoot Ricoh. It’s a bit slow on the uptake after its several midhaps and hence can be blurry, struggle to focus at times and delays after shutter press. Anything though is better than being monitored wherever I wander. So it was a liberated me and these sheep doing just as the poem says!
Links:
Your iPhone is spying on you
PoetryPix 
A good winter’s scene to accompany John Clare, Laura. He is a magical countryside poet. His poem on February with its flashes of mild weather than can fool us into thinking it’s spring, is one of my favourites
thank you Tish – I was happy ‘the woolies’ did not bolt from the photographer and glad I’d pushed myself out for a brisk constitutional. Clare was a died-in-the-wool countryman (excuse the pun) and I like to re-read him with all his apparent simplicity. Always conscious too of the mental torment he suffered..
Yes, he did come to a sad conclusion.
Ah, your ‘winter woolies’ warmed up my heart first thing this February …first!
Happy February, my friend! xoxo
and to you too Marin. It’s good to be moving on closer to Spring …and I can look these creatures in the face since I don’t eat them!!
I know what you mean [about being able to look them in the face! 😉 ]