A quiet and relaxed Red Winged Blackbird poses for a quick portrait.
Another one of those days where it felt like we had walked into a old western movie set. Sunny, dry dusty and Turkey Vultures warming their wings in the morning light.
Mallards quacked and warblers warbled. A good day all in all.
While walking down the trail we felt a little tap on our shoulder. When a tree wants you to sit and have a little conversation it’s time to listen.
Late March Skies where a faint song of spring is in the sky yet winter sings along.
You never know what will be over the horizon. Snow, rain or a cloudless bluebird sky.
Snow in the mountain yet the geese fly north.
Yes, Spring is indeed in the air.
Not exactly the soft cozy type on which to lay your head but soft and inviting nonetheless.
Round and round from one full moon to another.
Time is a peculiar thing.
Up the creek and no paddle needed.
Blooms long gone.
Yet born once more.
In a winter way.
Up until about a week or so ago our winter had been mild and somewhat dry. Well, all that changed in the drop of a hat as last week was a minus minus week. Minus at night and minus during the day as well. And while it was frigid the good thing about cold compared t heat is that you can bundle up and get out and enjoy the snow and silence that accompanies a frosty day.
While morning temperature were hovering near -20o F, afternoons seemed downright balmy at -80F, and, hey, the sun was peeking through at times. We ventured up a local trail enjoying a gentle uphill which actually had us unzipping our jackets. It was just warm enough to pull out the phone and snap a few pictures and soak in the quiet of a cold cold day.
A distant view as the clouds make way for sunshine that while bright and crisp did not warm our face.
A familiar friend lies across the creek accumulating snow. All in all a wonderful week and this week is forecast to be a minus plus…with snow to boot.