Dawn, on a mid-winter day.
Dawn
Dawn, on a mid-winter day.
Tag: Winter
Patterns
These patterns of frost on the car this morning survived the drive to work. I was compelled to capture them before they disappeared.
Hard times
It’s hard times to be a songbird in our part of the world. While our normal high temperature is around freezing we have not been above -5C for 13 days now. We have filled all four feeders at least once daily during this time, often twice daily. I have not yet been able to take a good photo of any of our many visitors; here is a photo I took years ago of a Northern Cardinal after an early April snowstorm.
Cold?
It is a bitter cold time in our part of the world. The temperature has not risen above -5C for twelve days, which is unusual. Though today was sunny it was especially bitter: -11C with a brisk wind blowing.
I visited our local organic farm to pick up a friends’ biweekly winter vegetable box. It was not too cold to prevent these shaggy cattle from interrupting their play to investigate my arrival.
To rest.
When you are a senior dog: How wonderful it is to do nothing on a cold winter day, and after having done so, to rest on a comfortable couch.
Adapted from a Basque proverb.
Begs
The calendar reports that spring began 17 days ago.
Winter begs to differ.
Tree in field
Blustered
Winter blustered for the past two days, threatening dire consequences if we dared forget its presence and power.
Squally
Squally weather abounded today, which is quite unusual. Here the sun shone, a few kilometers away visibility was a few hundred meters in falling, blowing, and drifting snow. An interesting drive home.
Back on Thursday.
Rubble
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