Snow white.

Some mornings, you just open up to the world.

And everything is a photograph.

My thighs are killing me.

All that squatting and crouching by the creek yesterday made for achy legs today, but I’d wanted to get up close to the water so I could play around with slow shutter speeds.

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The sunlight glinting on the water and the flow of the creek created swirling lines and shapes when I made a slightly longer exposure.

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I hadn’t brought my tripod, so the in-focus elements weren’t as in-focus as I would’ve liked, but I didn’t mind.

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Mild temperatures (yessss!) meant the flow of water was melting the ice, leaving interesting bits and pieces clinging to rocks and branches.

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Mental note in preparation for next time:

  1. Bring a tripod.
  2. Do more squats.

Thank you, once again, for looking 😊

Going out.

The sun shone its beautiful glowing face for the second day in a row, plus the milder temperatures didn’t threaten to freeze my nose off.

A dose of fresh air was in order – here are a few photos made during today’s walk.

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Someone lost their… thing… in the water. I wonder what’s in the box?

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I also spent an embarrassing amount of time squatting by the creek, making photos of bits of ice and splashing water. I’ll post those later. For now – off to bed so I can dream of Day Three of sunshine tomorrow. Thanks for visiting!

Well, hello there.

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The cats, safely indoors where they can’t terrorize small creatures, were transfixed by the birds at the backyard feeder this morning. I watched the busybodies out the window for awhile, too. I’m not great at recognizing birds, but I could spot the chickadees and juncos easily.

When I looked up again, this cutie was perched on a branch… so I grabbed the camera and tried to capture it. I had to scramble because the felines nearly made their escape while I had the patio door propped open to make the picture. Sorry, cats, you’ll have to make do with hunting jingle balls and very unrealistic-looking stuffed mice.

I wonder if this is a house finch? If anyone knows birds and cares to share their thoughts, please do…

Washed up.

With Narami’s Tuesdays of Texture in mind, today I chose to share the decay of rusted chains encircling this log:

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These images were snapped a few days ago – along with the slabs of ice in yesterday’s post – while I wandered the bank of a river that had flooded, and then receded, during a spell of earlier mild weather. This hunk of chained wood was one of many treasures, I imagine, expelled to the shoreline by the swollen river.

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I don’t know anything about waterways, but I’m guessing that this is some sort of boom – an intentionally-placed barrier in the river to help contain, in this case, debris or driftwood. The site of the washed-up log is just upstream from a century-old dam.

The flood, coupled with giant hunks of floating ice, probably overpowered it this time. I wonder whether it’ll end up back in the water or whether its purpose has finally been served.

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I loved all the hollows and grooves, the wood worn smooth, the muck and the slime and the rust. All the evidence of time passing.

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By the way, now that I’ve noticed them in the photo above, I can’t seem to unsee the faces in the log. Does anyone else see them, or is it just me?

It’s probably time to go to bed before I start seeing more imaginary things. 😉

Thanks so much for visiting.