11 January 2025 (Mars)

Mars at its brightest . . .

the not-so-distant glow

of wildfires

Thinking of all my friends and family in the LA area right now. Stay safe.

10 January 2025 (creaking)

creaking pine boughs . . .

a rusted-out washtub

where the stone walls meet

9 January 2025 (spitting snow)

spitting snow

my thoughts drift

to the deeryard

8 January 2025 (wind chill)

wind chill

a Valentine’s display

heats up a store window

7 January 2025 (snow)

snow filling in the blank sky

6 January 2025 (the river)

the river rushing past unfrozen wren chatter

5 January 2024 (a deer trail)

a deer trail

parallels the shore . . .

moss under fresh snow

4 January 2025 (wind chill)

wind chill

seals lying low

on the seal cam

3 January 2025 (third day)

third day sleeping through the bluebirds

2 January 2025 (second day)

second day

crows carry off

their tribute

1 January 2025 (first day)

first day

a squirrel scurries upward

with a mouthful of leaves