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Ho, Ho, Oh No

VJblogging, challenge, nature, photography, poetry#FOTD, haiku, keaves, season14 Comments

Winter’s impatience
crowns Autumn’s bearings with white –
early Santa’s cap.

(For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

14 thoughts on “Ho, Ho, Oh No”

-Eugenia says:

November 23, 2019 at 10:55 am

What a great capture!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 23, 2019 at 12:02 pm
  
  Thanks!
  
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  1. -Eugenia says:
    
    November 23, 2019 at 3:45 pm
    
    Welcome!
    
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Prior... says:

November 23, 2019 at 1:30 am

It does look like a Santa cap! And nice photo

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 23, 2019 at 10:31 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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Keith says:

November 22, 2019 at 2:35 pm

Too funny. Good shot.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 22, 2019 at 2:36 pm
  
  Thanks Keith. Course I didn’t see the cap until I chose this picture to post.
  
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oneletterup says:

November 22, 2019 at 1:26 pm

I love this! A cap for sure.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 22, 2019 at 2:32 pm
  
  Ha ha. Thanks.
  
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awisewomansjourney says:

November 22, 2019 at 8:57 am

That’s just gorgeous! ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 22, 2019 at 10:29 am
  
  Thanks!
  
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sgeoil says:

November 22, 2019 at 7:36 am

Great image and Haiku. It does look like a Santa’s cap!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 22, 2019 at 10:28 am
  
  Lol. Thanks!
  
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  1. sgeoil says:
    
    November 22, 2019 at 11:01 am
    
    Welcome!
    
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