Along the river a Belted Kingfisher waits for a moment without time.
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.
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?