Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true…
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
One shade of blue for water, one for ice,
Another blue for shadows over snow.
The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice-
Both different blues. And hills row after row
Are colored blue according to how far.
You know the bluejay’s double-blur device
Shows best when there are no green leaves to show.
And Sirius is a winterbluegreen star.
Blue Winter by Robert Francis
Watch this interesting and beautiful video from Voices of the Inside Passage.
I found the video on Martin Ryer’s blog
I have an add-on to the list of missing treasures; the stolen Money Chest.
A stolen treasure consisting of the British army’s wages is reportedly buried under this old oak.
A treasure which has been there since the British laid siege to Copenhagen in 1807
HANNA'S WALK 
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