The ice over the pond was thinning, betraying the dark water beneath its increasingly transparent surface. A trio of beavers was there.
Wintering Bluebirds
The Tempo Persists
A Walk in the Fog
When the Snow Falls
The Regulars
The loud squawking of blue jays leads my gaze upward. The talkative birds coast in from the distance and land on the tallest tree branches where they continue their conversation. Cardinals are unmistakable with their red plumage popping against the muted winter backdrop. Nuthatches scratch the wood of trees as they crawl around on tree trunks. A downy woodpecker joins them.
The Snowy Owl at the Harbor
On the south side of Chicago, I walked across snow-covered sand on an icy lakeshore. The ice that had formed where water met beach lowly creaked as water moved underneath it. The winter day was cold, but, thankfully, there was a lack of wind whose harshness would have only been magnified by traveling across Lake Michigan.
