Let us bid a fond farewell to January. With its low-angled light and unpredictable conditions, it’s always the best time of year for spotting oddities. Icicles, for example, can grow feet from walking on the water.
The beech trees keep a weather eye out in all directions.
A pine tree ten years dead is greening up.
Goldenrod seed heads make snow angels of a sort.
Porcupines wander the mountain, sampling many kinds of trees and turning them all the same pale yellow.
Without leaves on the trees, previously unnoticed burls stand out.
The burl on the big black birch tree beside the road wears a grumpy expression befitting the recently deceased.
A black cherry burl oozes sap, which hardens into a faux amber in a cold snap.
On sunny days, dead weeds and grass perform an abstract kind of shadow theater,
with wind as well as the sun moving the props.
The old outhouse (as noted) appears to be heeding the call of nature.
It’s a twisted season.
Great photos, Dave! They make me miss the snow.
Adios, January! What a great set of photos, Dave. I enjoyed them very much.
Thanks, M-L and Beth. So glad you liked them.