DAY 95

60 degree warm temperatures
plus incredibly moist weather
equals a big day for fungi.

DAY 94

It's been foggy all day. Some of the mist collected on this dogwood and formed a perfect drop.

DAY 93

I wonder how these downy milkweed silks stay dry on the dreariest and most uninspired day of the year?

DAY 92

I don't know why, exactly, but the sun felt kinder and gentler today. Come on, Spring!

DAY 91

Clusters of small acorns found on the oak trees near Kerrick Elevators. Each tiny nut has been expertly drilled out by some persistent creature.

DAY 90

One of the [few] good things
about these arctic temps is
that warm air from the sewer
has created perfect frost crystals
on this grate.

And of course — ice.
Ice is plentiful.

DAY 89

It was colder than a
well digger's ass in Alaska today.
I truly wonder how these guys cope.
Anyway, fill your feeders if
you have them!


[downy woodpecker]

[cardinal]

DAY 88

I'm not a big fan of January. It can be so desolate and boring.
















Squirrels, however, don't seem to mind at all. I'm guessing that sitting on a cold metal pedestal would go a long way toward eliminating the boredom.

DAY 87

"What're you lookin' at?"

[I didn't want to say anything, but these squirrels are still pretty fat. False alarm on winter — or are we in for some exciting weather still?]

DAY 86

I have spring fever. I know it's too early, and I know I'm inviting karmic kickback, but there it is. These beautiful, sunny days are intoxicating.

DAY 85

There are a lot of stripes on the trail.
I was thinking about them today.
Usually I think of stripes as being more formal and man-made. But then I thought of tigers. Stripes seem to work very well for them.

That lead to me thinking about the opening lines of the Blake poem:

Tiger, tiger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

DAY 84

Ice road biker

DAY 83

The trees were still coated with thick ice today, despite the sun. Up close, they looked strangely like lumbering sea creatures.

DAY 82

I froze my berries off
getting these pictures
of berries.

This guy, however,
did not seem to have
received the memo.

DAY 81

DAY 80

Strange shadowline along the trees.

DAY 79

Unusual snow formations along the trail.

DAY 78

DAY 77

For about one glorious hour there was a beautiful snowfall today.

DAY 76

I like details.

DAY 75

Grass near Coleen Hoose school.

DAY 74

Starlit night on the trail