Ice, St. Clair River
Month: February 2015
Trees and sun
When my desired subject – Bald Eagles – were not in sight I changed my focus, instead of wallowing in disappointment. On a bitter cold day I found beauty in this scene. It’s good to be adaptable to changing conditions.
Change of plan
I went in search of Bald Eagles along the river. Alas, none to be seen. Rather than turn away in disappointment I found other sights to see, admire and photograph, such as this willow tree trunk.
Romp
Stella had a good time Monday afternoon in the backyard, belly-deep (to her) in snow. She spent quite some time on the paths we shovelled, and quite some time going off-road.’ Here she space with some of our yard art.
Taken with the PlayBook
We had quite a snowstorm Sunday night, about a foot fell. After shoveling a path to the street Faye and I did not retire to the couch, admiring the scene from afar and bemoaning the awfulness event. Instead, we got our snowshoes out. During our outing this scene greeted us. It looks sere, lifeless. It was full of activity, movement.The cedar trees sighing in the wind, the wind blowing over the snow, snow moving along the ground, crows flying and cawing. Faye and I in the scene, taking in the sights and sounds.
Full of life.
Snug
Shrouded
taken and posted with the PlayBook
We are under a Winter Storm Warning. It has snowed all day, the snow began falling in earnest late this afternoon. The pine tree, shrouded in snow, is unimpressed, it has certainly seen far more notable storms. I measured about 10 centimeters before taking this photo. We are at about 12 now I think, much more to come, much more to shovel. Now the wind is blowing. That is fine with me. It is winter after all and I accept it. I am grateful to have a snug home, and grateful to live in a land of four seasons.
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