The weather gods were right!
Light, fluffy flakes have been falling on and off this morning, but while I was down by the river it warmed up and the snow turned into very light sleet. I could hear flakes hitting the ground. It reminded me of that episode of the Simpsons where Springfield Elementary adopts uniforms and the kids turn into a highly synchronized unit of automatons who even blink in unison — yes, the flakes sounded a little bit like those blinks.
Or maybe they didn’t.
1. There's always room in my pictures for some echinacea.
2. There's also always room for goldenrod, the more gracefully bowed, the better.
3. The view of the hillside on the way down to the ravine.
4. At the bottom of the ravine, the passage is somewhat blocked by fallen trees.
5. So many of the trees down in the woods are festooned with these vines. I saw one of these the other day that had some new growth sprouting from this much older section, and the new growth looked kind of like Virginia creeper -- which was something of a surprise to me because I wouldn't have guessed that that's what this thickened, somewhat grizzled stuff might be.
6. Same vine as the above.
7. Sprawling twiggy stuff is the name of the game in this set of photos.
9. There's always room in my photos for delicate little tendrils.
10. This is part of the ring of cottonwoods that is such a nice landmark in our woods. I also wanted a picture with some snowflakes present, so...this is it.
11. I love exposed, fine roots.
12. This picture is taken from the edge of our campsite, which overlooks the sandbar.
13. One of the many fallen trees at the river's edge.
17. I love the texture of these leaves. I have no idea what they are, but they remind me of a tongue or something, with little white taste buds on the dark of the leaf.
18. They look like neurons.
19. A view of fallen trees framed by...more fallen trees.
20. Somewhere in all this whiteness the riverbank ends and the river begins. WILL THE ICE HOLD?
23. These shepherd's hook-like branches on one of the fallen trees have caught my eye for a few weeks now, but I haven't scrambled my way down to this particular tree until now.
25. Finally, the answer to the question I posed a few pictures back: the ice held, and I made it to the sandbar to take this picture. I like how the rocks look poking out of the snow.
27. This patch on the river has been free of ice for some time.
32. I wish I could get closer to the darker tree on the right side of this picture -- I love its shape. But it's a little tricky navigating the riverbank in that direction and the ice seems less certain -- and covers deeper water -- in that direction. Not a winning combination.
34. The sittin' log on the sandbar.
35. I've taken many a picture of lichen on this log in the last few weeks.
37. A fault in the ice.