#a walk in the snow

[maureen2musings]

ville.kivimaki

[livefreeordie13]

hey there @quil12, happy souyo christmas! i wrote you a small ficlet for the 2023 souyo secret santa exchange this year (@souyoweek2020). just two bros walking in the snow; it's totally not romantic at all!!! anyway i hope you are enjoying your holiday this year. <3

[firephotogrl74]

Snow in Florida, all be it in the Panhandle..

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[happyheidi]

𝖦𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝖢𝗈𝖾, 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖱𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖢𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖲𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽

𝖡𝗒 𝖦𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖧𝗈𝗈𝗄

[tammieswillow]

[zivazivc]

. . . 😳

[geopsych]

Selected pictures to illustrate this morning’s walk. I started when it was still darkish (1) and walked along the park fence up toward the dog park to look past the big oak and across the park toward sunrise(2). I had planned to walk home from there but as you see in the 3rd picture the clouds started to light up. How could I go?

I gave in to the beauty and walked downhill through the snow (carefully) toward the stream and saw softer colors in the sky to the north (4). I admired the rough bark of the big black locust tree (5) and the looked toward the little stone bridge as the new day’s light lit up the stream (6). From the green bridge I looked across the north lawn of the park toward the north entrance to the woods (7) and reluctantly started back, passing the same big oak from below, now lit by brilliant first light and with the gibbous moon shining over it (8), and from there walked under the oldest Norway spruce in the park, seeing the gold morning light shining through the sakura cherry trees that will be full of bloom in a few months (9). And then finally I was back at the fence (10) and from there back on the road where walking was much easier.

I have many more pictures and I’m not sure I chose the best ones. I kept meaning to go home but everywhere I turned beauty was beckoning and as I’m sure you know by now I can’t resist its charms!

[doydoune]

Hazakura Temple, February

[nekrosmos]

Returning from an op and immediately running to kiss your hot pilot husband under the first snow of the year 🌨️🚁

[and-corn]

11:49, december 2, 2019

[greenheartart]

Day 22 - Trail

Just a nice Rus, out on a walk.

[more-than-ideas]

Winter walk

[huariqueje]

Mark's turn to take the dog out - Carl Bretzke

American, b. 1954 -

Oil , 11 x 14 in.

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Rhaegar Targaryen is easily one of GRRM’s best deconstructions of the genre and we don’t talk about it enough. He’s prince living in a world full of magic and wonder that has dwindled over time. His own family had a great monopoly on one of the most magical phenomena (dragons) to ever exist, but they lost this control over time and it was due to their own faults. But there’s an all encompassing hope that this magic, these dragons, will come back. They all live within the promise that it will all be back and with a huge bang. It’s all so romantic. Magical forces of ice and fire battling it out in a song.

Then there’s Rhaegar, a prince born for the sole purpose of being this song’s romantic hero. He already has his destiny mapped out and it will be a great one, greater than any other man who ever lived. It’s a song of ice and fire, and Rhaegar is its bard. You’d expect this to give him joy. Yet by all accounts, he was depressed as fuck. I think he’s unfairly earned the reputation of having an ego so big to think that he will be the hero….but that’s quite literally the point of his existence. He was born to be the hero. He paid the price at birth to be the hero. How can he revel and glory in this destiny when he has no say in it?

So it’s genuinely funny that when given the chance, Rhaegar immediately pivots to someone else taking on this burden. But how tragic for him that he cannot escape it too far. Because it will be none other than his own son who, under a “bleeding star”, is marked at conception for this great destiny without a say. More than his ego, Rhaegar is marked by the inability to escape this duty. His whole life is dedicated to fulfilling a duty he can never escape. He isn’t just a future king, prophecy dictates that the world’s survival is placed squarely on his shoulders. Even when he isn’t the hero, he’s now responsible for raising him…

…but then he makes one decision and it all comes crumbling like a pack of biscuits. He escapes this burden…but dies. And his successor dies too. And now the ones who will inherit his legacy are two people who never knew him. They never knew of his burdens, of this prophecy. But they too cannot escape its jaws. I think this does bring up some interesting questions about the nature of fate and destiny in the world of ice and fire. Can you really escape it? Rhaegar tried to, and paid the price for his defiance, but he never truly made it out because the burden instead jumped to the son (and sister) he never knew. Funny thing is that in a bizarre (and tragic, in its own way) twist of fate, this son was brought up entirely without the trappings of power that depressed Rhaegar. Rhaegar was a dazzling prince, Jon is a bastard. Rhaegar was marked by his great inheritance, Jon is marked by the lack thereof. Does fate say “well the first one got too depressed by having too much so let’s give the next one nothing?” Even Dany, who grows up a princess does not have the privileges that Rhaegar did. So how does upbringing craft a hero and the choices they make? Welll, GRRM had given us two versions of Rhaegar’s tragedy in Jon and Dany for us to see.

Rhaegar’s impact on the meta-narrative is honestly so massive. Like I’d put him right up there with Quentyn, Sansa, and Bran as one of the best genre deconstructions in the series and no one can tell me otherwise.

[cdx1016]

Cove Island at night. Trees taking on a different shape as the snow comes down. 6:15-6:45pm

(Viacarad1016)