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The snapping turtle carries his ‘house’ on his back…
and heads for his lake ‘home’.
The midland painted turtle carries his ‘house’ on his back…
and heads for his watery ‘home’.
Green ants work together to build their house of leaves
before they live in it and call it home.
Wasps work together to build their house in the highbush cranberry branches
before they live in it and call it home.
And guess who lives at the bottom of my garden?
Whose house is this?
Unique.
One of a kind.
Different from others in a way that makes it special or worthy of note.
Icicles.
Each icicle, unique.
One of a kind at a point in time.
What do you see in this icicle?
Icicles, at one point in time
Definitely unique: each time I moved the tree reflection changed on this ‘spider crack and seeping water’ on lagoon ice.
Love
Love on the lake nearby.
Alert love of parents.
Always watching. Always on guard.
Protecting. Caring. Loving.
As with all parents.
Canada Geese in spring
Canada Geese in summer
Mallard ducks in summer
Delicate silky threads flow from a crusty milkweed seed…
… after the milkweed seed breaks free from the firm, grey pod.
Changing seasons.
From fall to winter.
From coloured, autumn leaf to wintry, white leaf.
Brown, oak leaf stark in fresh, fluffy snow.
Winter in Canada.
Photo taken 25.11.2012
A female Pine Grosbeak gobbles plump, red, nutritious, almost transluscent, highbush cranberries for breakfast. The shiny, bright berries, like tiny, taut balloons about to burst, glow midst the greyness.
The skin splits. Pink pulp and pale seeds burst sideways as she crushes the berry with her powerful beak. Like a child devouring every bit of sugar candy, she methodically minces the berry not wanting to lose any of its fruity treat.
Another berry: grab, split, burst, crush, mince.
Another berry: grab, split, burst, crush, mince.
Must be like eating an apple without using hands. She makes it look easy.
Another berry…
Morning walk in fresh snow. Wintry scenes at every turn. Try to capture the beauty. Reflections abound.
Ice forming. Growing out from lagoon edges. Water in between is like glass. Crystal, clear reflections. Blue sky appears. Spirits lift.
Time to reflect on a different view.
Awake to three inches of fresh snow. First this winter. Cold, soft, silent snow. Delicate, light, fluffy snow. Hovering on twigs and branches.
Like little balls of cotton.
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