taken with Windows phone, posted with the PlayBook
Faye and I took the cattle dogs on the long walk today. Stella will often shove her nose into a snowbank. When we returned home I noticed that Stella had a snowball on her nose. She was completely unfazed by, seemimgly oblivious to, it. I did not, could not, stage this.
The St. Clair River is jammed with ice in some stretches. The upbound CSL Frontenac had bare steerageway as its bridge crew picked their way through the jumbled ice.
A stand of teasel greets a glorious dawn. I’m very glad to have made time to stop, drink in this marvellous scene, and to share it with you.
A night of clear sky and no wind created perfect conditions for a morning frost. This teasel seed head was artfully graced with a light cloak of white.
A fence leads the eye straight back to a bush blurred by falling snow.
Emissions very rarely rise straight up so far into the sky, this scene struck me.
Not a mountain, a burdock seed head.