Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
They are all gone into the world of light!
And I alone sit lingering here;
Their very memory is fair and bright;
And my sad thoughts doth clear.
It grows and glitters in my cloudy breast,
Like stars upon some gloomy grove,
Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest,
After the suns remove...
Henry Vaughn/ Beyond the Veil
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Take the deer in the picture for example---the deer froze and, since I spotted it ahead of time, I froze too. I was still able to pull out the camera and snap a couple of pictures. Unfortunately, in this instance, the deer was moving away from me so I didn't get any close ups but I was able to get a couple of pictures since it didn't flee.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
There was one, lone hawk hunting tiny scurrying mice that left trails of foot prints behind. Otherwise, it was just me and the winter sun and the miniature rainbows.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Soon it would fly to a nearby tree where it would perch and dream the day away until nightfall when it would begin to hunt fish, frogs, and insects again.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
And the west was black with showers,
My Beloved came by,
With his hands full of flowers---
Red burning flowers,
Like flame that pulsed and throbbed---
And beyond in the rain smitten bowers,
The turtle-dove sobbed....
...(The voice of the turtle-dove--
"How shall my heart be fed
with pleasant apples of love,
When the wintertime has fled,
the rain and the winter fled,
How all His gifts shall grace me,
When His Left Hand is under my head,
And His Right Hand doth embrace me.")
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
It's funny but the colder a stream is the less it babbles. Unlike people who are hypothermic and then start to babble.
Monday, January 9, 2012
The weather has been unseasonably warm this winter. I've heard only one tiny voice of complaint---a child who was told by her Grammy that there would be no sled as there was no snow.
I think the tree is yearning for an early spring.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Four years ago there were over 20 lodges in this marsh---last year there was none---this year I'm glad to see two. Perhaps there is a hint of a cycle here.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Makes a mere year seem so inconsequential. Don't you think?
Monday, January 2, 2012
But for a few hours in the earlier part of the 1st day of 2012,we had blue skies reflected in the water of the marsh, as big puffy marshmallow clouds floated at the horizon. Magnificent!