Last Sunday's walk on the snowmobile trail was a study in brown with spots of white. Today, thanks to Thursday's generous snowfall, icy white predominated. A fresh cold wind was blowing from the east as I set out to see what I could see.
The marsh around the corner no longer looks like a skating rink - the ice has a fresh coating of snow. The sparrows were hiding down in the grasses (trying to stay warm I presume) - so no bird pictures today.
Something has been walking across the frozen marsh....
As I turn off the road and onto the trail, I see that at least one deer has been there before me.
The favourite tree is looking good, with branches stretched out over its snowy carpet.
Wind-carved snow dunes ripple across the fields.
I love these feathery grass seed heads - they remind me of caterpillars.
The shadow picture is becoming a habit....
Across the field and next to a pond, young birches are peeling most interestingly, with smudges of rose and tiny flecks of a pale bluish-gray against the brown bark.
Nobody seems to be home today in this birdhouse. Bits of the deserted nest hang out of the cracks.
I fall in love with this tree and the bit of winding trail that skirts it....
Bittersweet grows at its base, with berries glowing bright in the westering sun.
Trudging through several inches of snow is good exercise. At the end of the third field I decide to turn back.
Vapour trails have been twisted by the wind into ribbons across the sky. (A good picture for Annie's Project :: Sky 365. See Knitsofacto for more information on this worthy project. And Annie, you have no idea how hard it was for me to keep the trees out of this shot. :) I do love trees.)
Today's sun is setting - not in flames, but in soft smoke - making a rather Impressionistic backdrop for the various dried flowers of the prairie restoration project...
...and some shots inspired by Deb at Snowcatcher (who loves to capture flowers against the sky).
Here are the trees I had to leave out of the vapour trail shot - lovely and lacy, with a misty sun sinking behind.
Miniscule plants on the homeward trail - just a few inches high, but beautiful and perfect in the light of the setting sun...
...with tiny leaves gracefully bearing a delicate icy burden.
Another good Sunday walk on the snowmobile trail.
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