These January days

Mid January and there is little snow on the ground, the air is feels sharp on the skin. I have not been out except to scurry from one pint to the next. I can feel that the sun is stronger and see the change in the angle as it comes through the windows. I do not mind January days, there is more variety in them than many think.


As it rushes by

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The beaver has had a busy season out back, several dams have altered the whole look of the stream. Yet all the rain of the last few months still holds sway, rushing over the tops of the dams and filling the stream bed to the brim. The water, like the year, is flowing quickly by, a new stretch racing up behind it to take its turn. I have little say in either the passage of time or the work of the beaver as he coerces nature to reroute. If you look closely you can see the spread of water in the far back as the stream reaches the next dam, a still wide place where it seems time is not moving at all. But, of course it is, just below the surface currents are curling and moving along as they must.

By the way

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The colors haven’t yet begun to turn, even the swamp maples are still holding back. The nights haven’t been cool enough to start the process. Which makes it seem unreal that the end of September is so close. Just a scant couple days left before the headlong plunge into October. There was so much I had on my list to tackle, both fun and household, yet here it is the end of the month and the list looks about the same as it did 27 days ago. But at the same time, so much has gotten done. I am a bit confused by that paradox, maybe much like the trees might feel in this warm, wet month.

All around us


The clouds, the reflections, the trees and summer colors are like a big breath of fresh air.  A few years back there were osprey nest in the tall trees, but none this year. There are plenty of ponds like this for them to choose from, so maybe they rotate through the selection each year or so. This is the trail head and to me the best part, even with the mosquitoes. The weather has been so changeable this past month that outdoor time has been relegated to the edges of the day. The midday hours best spent lolling in the shade.


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I find it more likely that I will be out in a park than on the city sidewalks these days. It makes for a quieter setting for Joe, and there are places he can take a seat while I wander a bit to take a look at this and that, while staying in eyesight. It is a new way to do things, I do miss trekking along the storefronts, neighborhoods and alleyways. I try to catch my urban shots as I can on the fly, it is harder as I once got up before everyone else and got out, after all they could all get themselves up or sleep in as they wished. The city it best walked in the early hours, especially on Sundays when few people are out and about. For now I will get out as I can in either nature or urban settings and make the most of it.