Just 24 Hours

I am usually trying to capture a sunset each evening because we have such great views down the end of the water. I captured this one last night.

Very cold but no wind so I could hold the camera steady. Then this morning I was up early and got this sunrise toward the other end of the river.

I am truly blessed.

They Came in January Last Year

Their lights are bright  and bold

While the season is bitter cold

Yet even the colors can warm

And they are there but do no harm

Keep your eyes on the prize

Which is there in another's eyes

If you are a robin early

You can catch the holly berry

This year they came in December and I stood outside in the bitter wind to get photos of what I could when the gusts died down.  ( I know the poem makes no sense but I just finished reading The Cruelest Month and that poet was worse.)

Two Different Views in 20 Minutes

When I got up this morning, after my first cup of coffee and as the sun was just peeking through the treetops,  I put on my slippers and headed out to the deck to replenish my birdseed dish. I was surrounded by lovely air in the high fifties. No cold breezes.  It was very odd.  The sky was just turning pink and I got my camera and took the photo below.

I was not able to capture the true blush.  I went inside and finished my second cup of coffee and then went back out to the deck and dock to take the photo below.  In just twenty minutes the entire atmosphere had changed.

The fog held for about 20-30 minutes and then the sun burned everything off.

What a lovely morning! If you look closely at the bottom photo you can see the tiny dark dots in the sky. (Click on the photo for a better view.) Those were the geese squawking as they got their act together and courage to descend to the empty corn field at the end of the peninsula. Hunting season is sporadic these days.

Natures Holiday Decorations

Fall Said Adieu

Hard to believe that just a week ago fall weather was hanging on. Temperatures in the 50s F meant sweater or jacket weather and if the wind was not blowing you did not need a hat or gloves or a scarf.  But the seasons wait for no man, to bastardize a phrase, and the rains and winds came pummeling in bring a very light freeze.  But before that time I took a few photos that are somewhat photoshopped, but also really what I saw in the yard before fall said adieu.  Everything now in the yard is the skeletal remains of pre-winter.

Pregnant

I call November and December the pregnant months. Spring is usually viewed as the time of re-birth, thus the fall months to me are those that are full of potential in many striking ways. I have been taking photos of seeds and having fun with color, texture, and shapes. These are just a very few of the pregnant stage in nature.

All are so different and intriguing in their own way.  Do you recognize any of them?