Ridge:2011
Ridge
Last night’s wind and snow formed an interesting ridge on my neighbor’s roof, painted warm and cool on either side of the edge.
I miss my winter!
Zero Degrees
Zero Degrees
I guess the weather is the news this weekend, and I have to agree when it was zero here at dawn when I took this photo.
I’ve always liked the smoke trails coming out of chimneys, and while the light was quickly changing I was lucky that nearly everyone’s furnace was running at the same time, even a few of the buildings on Main Street. The haze in the distance is characteristic of frozen vapor that fills the air as the sun rises on a very, very cold morning.
Did Someone Forget to Pay the Utilities?
Unhappy Dove
Mourning doves are generally not complainers, following the same routines with the same expressions every day no matter the weather or the milieu. I’ve even thought they might not be too observant, quietly remaining as all the other birds in the neighborhood swiftly leave when the hawk lands in the tree just above.
But this guy doesn’t look too happy about yet another cold snowy morning. In fact, I think he feels about the same as most humans did when they woke up to another ten inches of snow with icy decorations.
Ridge
Ridge
Last night’s wind and snow formed an interesting ridge on my neighbor’s roof, painted warm and cool on either side of the edge.
Remember This in August
Cold Water
Not quite frozen though the temperature was minus 1 degree when I walked to the post office and bank first thing this morning. Chartiers Creek was rimmed with ice and frozen over in the shallower areas, all was still and quiet except the slowly flowing water; even the hardy ducks were keeping in their nests until later. Bright, clear and sunny, but sometimes those mornings are the coldest.
When I make this walk this coming summer I’ll remember this frozen morning.
Zero Degrees
Zero Degrees
I guess the weather is the news this weekend, and I have to agree when it was zero here at dawn when I took this photo.
I’ve always liked the smoke trails coming out of chimneys, and while the light was quickly changing I was lucky that nearly everyone’s furnace was running at the same time, even a few of the buildings on Main Street. The haze in the distance is characteristic of frozen vapor that fills the air as the sun rises on a very, very cold morning.
The Bloom and the Seed
Burdock in Bloom
On a summer morning the delicate lilac threads of the burdock flower, the round green body encased in tiny hooks, held the dew and reflected gentle sunshine.
Burdock in Snow
On a winter morning the delicate browns of the spent body and tiny hooks, shriveled leaves and woody stem held the first snow and still reflected gentle sunshine.
Today 