Day #82

Lonely Tree in the Fog

Day #81

Mesquite Tree Seed Pods

Day #80

Submerged Log

Day #79

Christmas Bouquet at 5:00 am

Day #78

 Candles Believe They Belong to the Sun

May the moon dance for you; may the birds sing for you. Whatever it is that you wish  for yourself, may those wishes come true. Wherever you are in the world, this season, stand outside one night under a star-flung sky. I remind you that galaxies spiral in your eyes, and stardust sparkles in your bones. I wish you joyful peace, and merry comfort.

Day #77

Winter Duck Pond

Day #76

Ditch at the Century Farms

Day #75

Century Farm

Day #74

Winter Crows

Day #73

Ghost on the Water

Day #72

Yellow Jade in Reflection Pond

Day #71

Culverts on the Dykes

Day #70

Pine Bough

Day #69

Blueberry Fields in a Festive Mood

Day #68

Reflections of Weeds in the Water

Christmas Lights at the End of the Street

Day #67

December on the Dykes

Day #66

Snail (named Noah) in the Culvert

Day #65

Moon Pennies

Day #64

Early Morning Walk on the Dykes

Day #63

Birch Tree Above Indian Arm

Cargo Ship in Indian Arm

Day #62

Iced Snow Berries

High Wind & Heavy Rainfall Warnings

Day #61

Walk in the Forest

Day #60

Boats in the Slough

Day #59

Old Rose

Day #58

Snowball Exploding on Frozen Pond

Frozen pond: 1; Snowball: 0

Day #57

On the Ferry

Day #56

Low Sun in a Winter Sky . . . .

feathers the trees shivering in their bony bareness.

Day #55

Ice Sculpture

It's very cold and nature's sculptor took water on top of a pond and blew it into glass shapes.

Bubbling Ice Fingers

In another part of the pond, icy fingers form, their watery bubbles freezing in their bones.

Day #54

I'll Wear My Diamonds to the Ball . . . .

When the temperatures fall and the leaves are readying themselves to go away until the spring, they wear their finest diamonds to the farewell ball - lit by the icy mood and serenaded by the deep bass notes of the winter owl. 

Day #53

First Snowfall

First Snow on Christmas Lights

Day #52

Finally! Blue Skies . . . . 

Day #51

Brittle Cages

Day #50

Leaves live torrid, vivid, gaudy lives - until the persistence of rain and the rancour of cold takes from them their brilliance and their saturation. Then they are but ghosts on the ground until their bones and veins become the colour of concrete, and they fade to memory.

Wine and a bowl of soup with a good, sweet friend.

Day #49

Tears in the Darkness

Leaf on Deck

Day #48

Dying vines smile when they feel November rains. It promises them that they will be young and succulent again in the spring. It's why we, as humans, should upturn our faces to the raining sky. We tend not to understand the nature of promises. 

Day #47

You cannot chain a tree to the ground. They grow their limbs up into the sky in a fervent wish to fly. And, finally, when they can reach no more, they burst birds from their leaves - bearers of their yearning to float with the clouds. 

Day #46

Push & Pelt - Through a Rain-Streaked Window

Day #45

Fishermen

Day #44

Raindrop on Orange

What is the sound of a Waterfall? Silence.

Day #43

Stones on the Beach

Day #42

Early Morning Moon

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