{"id":485,"date":"2010-02-10T17:26:00","date_gmt":"2010-02-10T17:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ladymacblog.com\/?p=485"},"modified":"2010-02-10T17:26:00","modified_gmt":"2010-02-10T17:26:00","slug":"my-frozen-neighborhood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.ladymacblog.com\/?p=485","title":{"rendered":"My Frozen Neighborhood"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Walks on a winter morning such as this can&#8217;t be long enough.<br \/>I am blessed even in the midst of winter.<a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/S3LsZvHIYwI\/AAAAAAAAGVk\/JcIbFDqbHes\/s1600-h\/DSC06867.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/S3LsZvHIYwI\/AAAAAAAAGVk\/JcIbFDqbHes\/s320\/DSC06867.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436667627076870914\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>Sound<\/p>\n<p>Nothing but the crunching of my boots.<br \/>It was so quiet and still that the crunch was pounding in my ears.<br \/>The world was strangely quiet, even in this city of mine, no wind, no voices, no bird calls.<br \/>The air, thick with a slight fog, seemed to block all proof of other creatures being in existence.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/S3LsaOTeADI\/AAAAAAAAGVs\/sKrzZlYwARE\/s1600-h\/DSC06864.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/S3LsaOTeADI\/AAAAAAAAGVs\/sKrzZlYwARE\/s320\/DSC06864.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436667635450118194\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>Sight<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Other then the sluggish smoke coming from my neighbors roof tops, I felt like the only moving piece of matter.<br \/>The sky, trees and houses, and ground all blended together in a union of frozen color.<br \/>Frost covered even the ever greens enough to make me feel like I saw in one color alone, the hue winter.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/S3LsaVABZ2I\/AAAAAAAAGV0\/T8ew6VnSNtA\/s1600-h\/DSC06865.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/S3LsaVABZ2I\/AAAAAAAAGV0\/T8ew6VnSNtA\/s320\/DSC06865.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436667637247600482\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>Isn&#8217;t it amazing how you  never get tired of the same old seasons if you take the time to closely observe!? <\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Winter seems hauntingly still but the seasons are never motionless. <br \/>They are always in the process of change. <br \/>They barely arrive and place their grip firmly on the world when they start  their departure.  Frost will return again next year and it will decorate my neighborhood much in the same way it has this year.<br \/>And yet, I will have to stop and look at it.<br \/>And Winter will again move me.<\/div>\n<p>TTFN<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Walks on a winter morning such as this can&#8217;t be long enough.I am blessed even in the midst of winter.Sound Nothing but the crunching of my boots.It was so quiet and still that the crunch was pounding in my ears.The world was strangely quiet, even in this city of mine, no wind, no voices, no [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[7,5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ladymacblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/485"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ladymacblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ladymacblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ladymacblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ladymacblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=485"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.ladymacblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/485\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ladymacblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=485"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ladymacblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=485"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ladymacblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=485"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}