These are the rest of the pictures I wanted to share from yesterday’s visit to one of my favorite places, the forested area behind my parents’ house.
The long foretold heatwave arrived today, meaning it was about 40 degrees outside. I observed the occasion by taking pictures down by the river. A neighbor kid of mine was playing outside in a wife beater. I don’t know who he thought he was kidding, but I know we all shared his general sense of elation at a reprieve from the polar vortex, if not his wild overestimation of the temperature and trumped-up sense of machismo.
I have a lot of pictures from today to sort through and plan to post them in increments throughout the week.
I went camping a couple weeks ago. I went four hours away to take all the kinds of pictures I like to take, just in a different setting. What are the pictures I like to take? Pictures of leaves, duh.
These are my camera shots. Later I’ll update with the ones from my phone. Pumpkin pictures coming at some point, too.
As promised the other day, loving close-ups of birch bark. Because it’s so beautiful and graphic and flaky and jagged and smooth and speckled and interesting. I mean, it’s white. It pretty much forces you to look at it. A lot of bark looks pretty much alike. NOT BIRCH BARK.
Well, the lawn is getting leafier and the trees increasingly leafless. These trends may be related; it is too soon to tell.
I was so excited about the weather yesterday, I took something like 37,000 pictures. Here are a few more that I liked. This post is all about trees and leaves. You know, like 80% of this blog.
We seem to have gotten some more snow. I don’t remember being informed, but here we are. It was just a light dusting, though, and the sun is shining faintly through an otherwise overcast sky this morning. It’s not too bad out today (34°F right now), with very faint breezes. I’m slowly gathering evidence that spring may be on the way (pictures below). Also included are pictures of a farcical happening with Rio as I tried to get her into the spirit of spring. I’ve also posted a brief recap of all of my February pictures after that.
Let’s start with the obvious one.
Rio’s coronation: a tragedy in…I’m not sure how many acts:
In case you can’t tell, the pink blur is Rio’s tongue as she snaps hungrily down on the dried flowers.
And now, my arbitrarily-chosen daily pictures for the month of February:
So, February. The month that was. The vast majority of these pictures were taken within a half-hour’s walk of my home, although there were also some at Seven Mile Creek Park, a railroad trestle on the Red Jacket Trail, and another few taken around the Twin Cities. In February I visited a horrifically cold lake, a few dirt roads, a country cemetery, and my own backyard many, many times, with “my backyard” extended to mean the woods and the river behind our house. Three cats were shot as well. (WHY WOULD ANYONE SHOOT CATS?)