Fogged In

Monday, March 11, 2019

Yesterday, another freezing-fog-day and very cold. I mostly stayed inside and near a blazing pellet stove, reading (The Secret History of Wonder Woman, Jill Lepore) and occasionally dozing. Several times, while forced outside to care for large animals and top-off bird feeders, I took a camera to capture images with eye appeal. Weeks of standing snow force creativity to spot photo ops.

I found myself in a couple inches of new snow. This time its texture and appearance seemed different. Soft mounds created a whipped cream environment, and like a little kid I kicked through, watching softness fly. Against the mounding whites of varying shades, other natural colors popped.

Small birds were busy on feeders.

Usually, while walking downhill, I assess the Cascades, stretched out beyond the barn, for a read on the weather. Sometimes the mountains are clear and beautiful, other times partly hidden by rain, or like yesterday, submerged in a freezing fog that hides their existence.

The birds sharing my property perch on and drink from the horses’ troughs. In this weather, they fluff-up to keep warm.

The uphill path from the barn to my house makes me grateful for snowblowers!

Once inside the house and trying to capture dog portraits, but mostly failing. Miles avoids a camera in his face, Ranger tries to climb into my lap, Louie is in a “raised-lip” growling mode, and so, as usual, here’s who loves cameras and always photographs perfectly.

Dear Friends, Wishing you a lovely day. Diana