The melting snow and rain left the water ways dynamic. The turbulence was inspiring.
Another view from the Marsh. The sycamore tree is particularly beautiful in the winter season and one of my favorite trees to photograph.
Captured this unique image from the bridge over-looking a small creek. I was fascinated by how much it resembled a profile, like faces from art-deco paintings I’ve seen or architecture of that ilk (maybe I just thought this because of the juxtaposition of steel girders from the bridge). It’s also a little like Jack Frost himself, blowing icy cold wind over the parks and glens. That works for me too. (I kind of like winter *understatement*). I’d be curious to hear what it evokes in other people’s imaginations.
Another unusual January “thaw” melts the winter away. The marsh is captured in gold and blue.
We’re waiting for the snow fall.
While the weather held up, before the heat returned, a sliver of winter made its presence known.
Water, soil, leaves – some dead from last fall, others green from this summer. So much life scattered about. If only I had a microscope, I’d take a look at what lives inside that one drop.
A small web bends grass and reed, supporting the tiny frame of a spider, suspended delicately above the fish who are anticipating what may fall from her web into their mouths.