The St. Clair River is jammed with ice, as this image looking all the way across the river reveals.
Jammed.
Tag: February
Contrast
It was a lovely today, more like mid-April than mid-February. After finishing chores, Faye and I spent a little time outside enjoying the sun and high 50s temperatures.
Quite different from last February, when the temperature was about 19F and snow lay deep on the ground.
Reminder
Our winter has been remarkably mild and snow-free. Snow fell much of today, an important, useful, necessary reminder that it is February 9.
Black, white, and grey
The understated beauty of an overnight hoarfrost.
Sparse colour
In February, black and tones of white, grey, and brown dominate the palette. It becomes necessary to look deeply and far for colour. This barn and shed well off the road added some welcome reds to the scene.
Happy (early) Valentines Day
Over a year ago Faye and I committed to spending a little time outside every month of the year, and recording that fact. We decided to jump on a common theme for this month. So here is our February photo shoot.
Because it’s February and there are piles of snow everywhere, is no reason to huddle inside 24/7. Taking into account the weather of the past two weeks it was a mild day, just above freezing. We decided to give thanks that it was not a brutally cold day. Why not spend some time outside, appreciating the season?
Winter
February dwindles, drains, fades. March, with its promise of spring, rebirth, renewal, is only a short time ahead. Winter throws one more punch of Arctic cold to remind us that it is still here, the equinox has not yet come. We must wait a little longer, continue to be patient.
Spring will come.
January fades . . .
. . . into February, and winter continues. The five day forecast suggests MOTS – More Of The Same. Snow and cold (though not extreme cold similar to the two spells in January).
It’s a beautiful time of year, a trying time of year. At times I do think ‘Each day brings us one day closer to spring’ yet I choose to focus on the first two words in that thought. ‘Each day’ is its own entity, one to be appreciated to lived, and if it cannot be enjoyed, then at least accepted. I choose to not become sad, anxious, depressed, despondent about this long winter going on and on.
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