
Mallard. There are many but none are common.

Mallard. There are many but none are common.
Winter light shining brightly onto the remains of a once mighty redwood. I am fascinated by the light that is able to creep into the forest and how it changes with the seasons. This light in the dark always seems so difficult to capture and the photos never seem to evoke the feeling of being there. Perhaps some things are better left alone or maybe a fool that persists in his folly will someday take that magic photo.
Talk about small…we spent some time watching these little Bush Tits feeding and it seemed like the whole time they were either moving or hiding behind leaves of this shrub. Each time one would hop into view they would be gone before I could fire the shutter. Finally this guy came out and sat still for a few seconds in the open and I was able to get a photograph. I am glad I did because the photo allowed me to really see what I was seeing in those trees. Mackerricher state park, CA.
Just like clockwork an American Dipper shows up at the same spot in the same creek each year. It is always a pleasure to see the dipper bobbing up and down and foraging for food under rocks in the water. This year the water in the creek is a bit low so we have yet to see the dipper dive in and go for a swim. Amazing little birds and so fun to watch.
Clear Creek in Denver, CO.

Blue skies, long shadows and the winter sun cement a feeling of time and place. There is more to the seasons than a change of weather.

Away from the digital world today…
In spite of lacking heat the winter sun still warms the day.
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