And Then It Snowed Like One Thing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rain, Rain, Rain

Yesterday it  rained like one thing, as they say in these parts. 
Which means it rained really, really hard

  And, as the old folks also say, 'they're giving snow for tomorrow.'

I'm hoping it's not going to happen . . . 

All the water going into the ground is welcome . . .  but oh, how ready we are for Spring!

Everything is poised on the edge -- a haze of green on the pastures and some of the trees are showing signs of budding. . .

And that outdoor wedding is less than a month away.

 

Assortment with Possum

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, I Am Easily Entertained

Tiny bubbles in the water as I hard cook some eggs . . .

Fascinating! To me, at least.

What causes them? 

I never took Physics  -- might I have learned the answer there?

Doesn't matter -- I love watching them . . .

I do wonder about this bulls-eye effect though. A ripple caused by a rising bubble? 
Or the reflection of my camera's lens?
 
Ordinary magic is everywhere . . . if you just look.

 

I Don't Actually Want to Talk About the Snow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You Tell Me

Early morning and late afternoon have the best light for photography -- those lovely slanting shadows.  

The writing class I'm teaching in Burnsville gets out at 5:30 -- and I walk outside into the rays of a sinking sun.  It glistened on the white boards of the farther building and then I noticed all the wonderful geometry of light and dark on these two buildings. 

Both buildings seem to be empty -- I wonder what their original use was. A store with a residence attached?

There must be a story here. What do you think?

 

Who's That Out There?

Bang! Bang! Bang! 

A few nights ago, I heard a big racket on the back porch and, thinking that it was surely a bear, grabbed my camera and turned on the outdoor light.

Only a possum, investigating the interior of the smoker.  He was singularly untroubled by the light and the flash of the camera. 

The first two pictures are through the glass of the window but when he'd finally had enough of the paparazzi and and began to trundle off, I opened the door and captured a reproachful parting glance. 

I suspect a lot of you are turned off by his naked tail but you gotta love those cute pink feet.