On December 25th I took photographs at a little stream that runs into lake Mustjärvi. The water was dark, and the newly fallen snow was white, and the photographs appear somewhat strange, abstract, but maybe it is just that I haven't got used to the snow yet.
By the way, if you want to check how this stream looks when there is no snow, the last photograph above shows the same part of the stream as the last photograph in the posting from yesterday.
The flu bothers quite a lot, all the children have fever, and I'm not feeling too good. I hope to be able to do some shopping, as there isn't much to eat in the fridge. Not that eating feels especially tempting either.
(Posting title is from the poem An Essay on Criticism: Part 2 by Alexander Pope.)
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