Although the calendar says otherwise the third week of January always feels like mid-winter to me. Yes, the cold and snow will hang for a few months, maybe more, there is just something about this time that portends a turning point somewhere deep inside.
So today it’s time to take a break and remember that sweet summer air will return again.
Soft pillows of snow resting on the branches above.
Look up and enjoy but not for too long.
Always looking wonderful and always on the prowl even on a quiet cloudy afternoon. Great Blue Heron working a Lagoon off the Pacific Ocean.
Their myriad of colors is alway amazing but what always stuns me are those fully feathered big beefy legs.
Up and down and up and down. These little birds never cease to amazing me with their constant motion and why do these little birds always choose such big trees?
As we drove along the road with our phone camera pointed out the window on a very cold day it felt like the photos we were taking were more sketches and less photos. Not pen on paper but sketching nonetheless.
A cold days sketch, Wyoming, USA.
Iron Spring Creek near Black Sand Basin in Yellowstone National Park on a very, very, black and white day. So black and white that when you convert a photograph taken in color to BW you hardly notice a difference.
One of our favorite winter visitors are the dark eyed Juncos. They always bring a bit of color to a cold snowy afternoon.
Wonder.
Have a wonderful weekend.
A fallen log stands over a creek.
Water flowing underneath a layer of frozen ice.
The sounds of winter are soft.
Maybe a common sight, but every drink is different.
The way the water droplets fall from the bill of this wonderful female Mallard brings endless possibilities for observation.
nature has no boss 
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