Another view from Sunday:
Moving on to Monday evening. The little creek is usually a dry bed, running water only after rain. It freezes only when a substantial rainfall yields to immediate cold. That condition occurred Saturday into Sunday and voila! The creek is full and frozen:
This little lady looks alarmed:
She spooks and runs into the ethereal light of the woods, tail flashing:
The views on this site are always taken from within Jim’s garden, but they aren’t always of things actually IN Jim’s Garden. Like a cloud passing in front of the new moon:
