The ebb and flow of creativity has struck. And the result being yesterday's total write off. Not from a lack of desire, somedays there's just nothing in the tank (sorry about the cliche, but sometimes the best words are those that have been used to describe like situations time and time again).
Fast forward one day and everything has changed. Our fool who awoke one day ago to spring is trapped in the midst of a snow storm.; the flooded back alley has become a quagmire of slop and slush. And his head is literally bursting with ideas (which if he had any sense he'd write down as he's sure to lose more than a few of them as the chaos surrounding twists and turns his attention to something new).
This morning as I returned from depositing the children at school, I heard the lonesome cry of the first gull of the year competing with the howl of the wind. I couldn't see it, but it's darn near a white-out out there this morning. I'm thinking the other gulls where having one over on him, an early April Fool's joke perhaps, telling him that March in Winnipeg is the place to be - the weather being fowl and all.
Being Wednesday, it's time for sepia. Today I've got two images (two for Tuesday and all that):
First I've got a red River cart wheel photographed at Lower Fort Garry.
And secondly, the grotto at the trappist Monestary Ruins in St. Norbert, Manitoba.
For more sepia: http://sepiascenes.blogspot.com/
My apologies for the disjointed rambling nature of today's post,