Storm Warning

Cold. Icy roads.
Blowing snow. Poor visibility.

Chains? Shovel?
Emergency gear?
Matches? Candles?
Extra food?

Foregone conclusion
Shoulda just stayed home.


First Ice

The dugout at the corner of our woods is a favourite watering hole for many animals. After a very warm summer with little rain it was almost dry this fall.


Then the temperature dropped and the puddles froze.


I set off to get some shots of the season’s first ice. I was disappointed as most of the puddles had been broken by animals looking for water.

So I rejigged my thinking: If I couldn’t find perfect ice, what could I find?

That’s when I spotted the surprise. An elk had stepped on this puddle, shattering the ice. When it refroze the centre portion marked the track of her foot — leaving in its wake a winter sunflower. 🙂


Owed to Winter

Rosy cheeks
Runny nose
Chilly fingers
Frost-nipped toes.

Yup. Winter has launched a shot across autumn’s bow. The faint drizzle yesterday turned into several centimetres of the white stuff by morning.

But the temps will rise later this week and the panic to install snow tires, replace the weather stripping and buy new gloves will wane. After all, winter is months way.


Wild rose hip   Rosa acicularis


Calling Card

Jack Frost and I were both out early this morning. I found his mark on low-growing shrubs and grasses, on withered clover and damp stones.

After too many days of heavy rain this week’s forecast promises sun and warmth. Ah, but nighttime, that’s a different story. Old Man Frost is lurking around the edges, biding his time. Winter’s harbinger.

September 13, 2016