I spent much of today on the road, hurrying along freeways and up city streets, racing the clock. On the way home, I was feeling very sleepy, and on the spur of the moment, took an unfamiliar exit off the highway, and then, to get out of the way of trucks, dodged down a dead-end street, going south towards the river.
A quick walk in the cold without my coat woke me up. And my little old camera was in my purse (and the battery was charged - oh, joy!). I wandered about snapping photos of everything and nothing until my fingers went numb, then got back in the car and came home.
I liked these 4 photos.
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| Above a ditch full of blackberry canes, these dead fireweed stalks reach for the sky. |
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| At the dead end of the dead end, a rough trail led to this fence, and to one of the tugboats that ply the river, in for repairs. The trees are on the bank of the river. |
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| Frozen roses, crispy and shrunken, but still pink. |
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| I'm back on the road home, waiting for the light at my turnoff, and looking at the back side of Burns Bog. I love this view in winter; in the summer the skeletons of the trees are hidden behind a green blanket. |
On the road again tomorrow. I hope the weather holds.
Love that Fireweed picture!
ReplyDeleteThe best kind of break of all. I love it when the leaves first drop as well, but because I'm looking at the slope and topography of the land, which is also hidden in green all summer. (and that fireweed is cool)
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