This is the current view from our dining room patio doors. I just watched these trees crashing down from the neighbouring lot—more exciting dining entertainment than I usually get at lunchtime. I guess the fence repairs this year will be more significant than usual.
I’m so very glad they didn’t come down 30 degrees to the right, or I would be wearing the skylight.
And it’s still snowing. Hard.
Tuesday February 25th, late afternoon
So.. what has been happening in our neck of the woods?
So this is what our yard looked like early this morning. The air was much warmer than it’s been and the snow that fell was soft and wetter. Interestingly, the warmth seemed to give everything a browner cast—it’s not just the way the camera shot it. Perhaps it was the effect of melting snow on the pond ice.
Yes, I know, that’s snow on the ground. But it’s last week’s snow, still hanging about and getting a bit grubby. I just threw all my snow pictures promiscuously together, whaddaya gonna do about it?
Anyway. The broken foot has meant I haven’t been doing much any walking to speak of for the last couple of months, but I’m trying to get going again. I have to walk slowly and take shorter strides and constantly remind myself to PAY ATTENTION in order to avoid limping*, but I am beginning to gain back strength and flexibility and what could in the most clinical medical terms be described as oomph in my foot. (I can actually walk down stairs with both feet now, sometimes without hanging on to the rail—a triumph!)
I decided that trail walking is probably actually very good for the foot, as it forces all those little muscles to compensate for irregularities in the ground, so I’m trying to get out and do more of that. Hence these pictures from yesterday’s walk, which wandered along one of my favourite trails (one of the narrow ones) and lasted almost an hour. I didn’t cover a LOT of territory, but hey, it was quality.
Our Dog certainly thought so. He was delighted by the snow and as you can see it was hard to get him to hold still for a picture.
Snow is in the forecast for tonight, and then freezing rain, well, actually the forecasters are being a little vague. There’s precipitation coming into a cold front that’s been sitting over us, and then almost immediately it’s going to warm up, and who knows what will happen? seems to be the refrain.
I don’t have to drive anywhere tomorrow, so if it snows I’ll happily take pictures. But meanwhile, snow from a few days ago. These pictures of the slough on our property were taken early, before the sun had cleared the trees.
We’ve had a strange winter. There’s been very little precipitation (which is worriesome) and not much cold weather, by cold meaning below freezing. Winter has gone elsewhere this year, as the eastern side of North America knows very well.
But it has frozen occasionally, and this cage of old bulrushes set in ice comes from one of those occasions.
I’m behind in my intentions—this is the first post of 2014. Oh well. Taken a few weeks ago when it was colder and there was white stuff around. A good photo to start the year with, as it’s basically all about light.
This shell sits on a hunk of sandstone by an ornamental gate in the middle of our yard which has no purpose in life other than to support wisteria and look pretty. It’s been decorative in this location for about five years now; it keeps disappearing into the ivy climbing over the rock and then I hack the ivy back and it reappears. Over time it’s picking up an interesting algae-green tint in places.
This Christmas break gave me a little over two weeks at home and a fair amount of spare time. This is a big thing for me, as my schedule is such that most of the time I only get two or three days home a week, and they’re still working days.
When I’m at home for an extended period I bring the car home, which is also a big thing, as it normally resides in the Big City where I work the rest of the time. Mostly at home we must get around on foot or via an electric scooter. When the car is home we can go a lot more places, and take the dog (a scooter obviously being unable to transport two large people and a golden retriever).
Having gotten a new camera a month or so ago, I’d been looking forward to having two weeks to explore its functionality. Two weeks of being able to go to places not available without a car. Two weeks to taken pictures of winter sun, and frost, and ice on puddles.
So what did I get?
Rain. Grey, damp, cloudy, dark days. One day of slushy snow that was neither particularly pretty nor pleasant to walk in (the walking was more like wading). Mud. Mud around us, mud on us, mud on Our Dog. If there’s been sun there’s been so little that I can’t remember it.
And day after day, the forecast cheerily said, “sun tomorrow!” or “sun the day after tomorrow!”
But the photo at the top, taken yesterday (yes, sun had been predicted yet again) is about as good as we ever got.
The constant greyness has been incredibly depressing from a creative standpoint. I found that there are only so many dull, grey pictures of water dripping from things, shot in inadequate light, that I wanted to take. Eventually I pretty much stopped taking pictures at all—I would take the camera on walks, but hardly ever saw anything that seemed worth photographing. I’m not normally subject to SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder), but this winter seems different—are our winters always this GREY?
And then I got up this morning, and guess what? Perfectly clear, sunny, and cold. Frost on the foliage, and no doubt ice on puddles as well.
And I’m in a car on a ferry heading back to the Big City. From the last time off I’ll have till next Christmas.
I am so pissed.
Okay, that’s off my chest. Now here’s a pretty picture to make up for it. If I can’t take pictures of frost on leaves at least I can take a picture of sunlight through a grating.