Sparkles on the snow seem to float on another plane. Tree branches closest to the sun shine like knights in armor from the rime.
January 2013
January 2, 2013
A titmouse inspects the undersides of several limb-stumps on the dead cherry snag, its cap wobbling. Shadows fade in and out. It’s cold.
January 1, 2013
Snowflakes wander to and fro like alien spacecraft on reconnaissance missions: “All strangely quiet. Dominant species an arboreal rodent.”