Ice, St. Clair River

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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.

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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.

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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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Graced

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.

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Bite

I stopped at a favourite spot to take a few photos, snapping away until the bitter cold bit my fingertips. I could return to my warm car. What I saw and what you see sleeps outdoors, awaiting spring.

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Cloaked

A windmill and the bush behind are graced with a cloak of white, courtesy of a late morning snowfall.

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Faye’s photos – Ramparts

Ramparts of ice futilely attempt to withstand winters’ latest assault.

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Stalagmites?

At Point Pelee, a fierce west wind blew spray from Lake Erie onto these plants. Faye met them at their level.

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