The big grin..

..on the face of my richly ornamented main door of the old part of the house, amuses me. There is a man placed right in centre with a silver colored face and he is grinning particularly benevolenty at sunset. I think he is happy when the red sunrays for a few minutes turn his eternally silvery face into gold..

This is the glow of our northern sunset this glorious Monday on the old porch of the Gotland house.The blackbirds who tend to linger up here in the north in winter nowadays - instead of taking off for the south as they were originally programmed (sign of global warming?) - have happily cleared their throats today in a subdued twitter in what might just be interpreted as a initial prelude to spring..

The little lady in pink..

Thalia, Washington DC, January 2009