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.
|Above a ditch full of blackberry canes, these dead fireweed stalks reach for the sky.|
|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.|
|Frozen roses, crispy and shrunken, but still pink.|
|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.