It's 28º (with wind chill, 19º), and I'm headed for the park to see what may be seen. Enough snow fell this week to cover the worst of the muddy snowbanks, and the lake, in defiance of the calendar, is still frozen and white:
Just inside the park entrance, a stand of red oaks is still covered with last year's leaves, which won't fall off until the new spring leaves come along.
This retention of leaves is called marcescence (I could hear you wondering).
Today's vocabulary word has been brought to you by Google. Whatever their faults, they do make it easy to get information.Cattails are wearing their fuzzy parkas today:
Shadow of a merry-go-round on the snow-covered playground:
I like the look of the shadow spokes:
Looking up into a pine tree (also rather spoke-y; there seems to be a theme developing here):
I hear the eerie cry of sandhill cranes (a most encouraging sound and one I haven't heard since November), and now a few of them fly into view...
...looking for spring, no doubt - as are we all.
A little farther on, I spy tiny blossoms backed by red-twig dogwood, but fail to get a clear shot of either. No matter - a little photo-tweaking gives me this striking image:
Time for another shadow shot - "Blogger With Tree":
(Or "Blogger With Twiggy Antennae".)
A fascinating spiny blossom head:
This tree is just waiting for a little warmth to burst out into new life:
I love the graceful swoop and spray of branches dotted with delicate buds.
One last shot of the old water tower, which I pass on my way home...
...then it's round a few more corners, across a street or two, and I'm back in the warm house after the last Sunday walk of winter.
Maybe next Sunday I'll be riding instead....
(Are you listening, Spring?)
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P.S. Happy St. Patrick's Day! :)
|Gratuitous mini-quilt photo|
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