On my winter way there’s white, there’s black, and there’s every shade of gray between. But here and there a splash of color, or a subtle nod.
A bit of blue.
High-bush cranberries, beloved of Robins and Bohemian Waxwings
Yellowed orchard grass.
Death of a vole, with fir cone.
Fox tracks. Watch it voles!
Red osier willow (redder and redder as spring approaches)
Moose browse and Sapsucker taps.
Back to nature, blue.
A partridge landed and walked.
Sub-flock of Bohemian Waxwings.
Beech leaves yellow, balsam green.
Blue.
Golden-retriever-gold red-oak leaves.
- Your moss is showing.
Ski dog.
Sumac flowers.
Ever wonder where those blue tarps end up?
Your power of observation in a parched landscape is very keen, grasshopper! Enjoyed it. I forgot how black and white winter is in the North. The daffodils are almost done down here.
Love seeing winter as it should be.
Nice to see shots of winter, which has been only theoretical down here.