This is a great place to be a dog. It is not such a bad place to be a person, either.
Highbush Cranberries in the snow…They are at their sweetest now that they have passed the thoughtless tartness of their youth and felt how cold the world can be.
Winter is the season of the magpies. I am never exactly sure what they are up to but I have my suspicions that whatever it is, it is not all good.
We’ve lost the sun at our house. From now until sometime in January, the sun will not rise above the mountains. Even without direct sunshine the sky still fills with light and the snowy peaks reflect it down to us. Here the girls are beating cabin fever and looking forward to a vacation we have planned.
I keep taking this same picture. It is different every time. The more I walk this path to the lake, the more differentiated each walk becomes. I notice the details now, the way the light crosses the water or touches the mountains; how the shape of the horizon changes with the weather; a new color among the leaves; a different bird. The paradox is how, as you get to know something better, you realize that you know it less and see how much more there is to know.
Barbie Metamorphosis -
This is a how a future scientist plays with barbie dolls. (This is a video, click on it to run. Let me know if it doesn’t work for you.)
November Kale. I like the sound of that. That could be my pen name, if I ever need one. It sounds good, but it tasted better. Gone, now…
What’s this? Oh, it’s just my mid-November 3:30pm commute into town. (Of course by end of November this is a moonlit scene as the sun will have set by 3:15pm.)
Giant frost crystals on every branch. The girls and I like to nibble them off, they taste of evergreen and dirt and rain. Hope you are not tired of winter photos yet, because I’ve got another six months of them coming…