In winter the cedar woods provides a calm shelter for the deer. Snow filters through the canopy but the wind is kept at bay. Winter is subdued if only a little among the cedars.
In Spring the woods has an opposite effect. Now it feels colder where the sun don’t shine. I felt a chill run down my spine as I entered the dense cedars. Snow still clings on the northern slope where the cedars refuse to let the sun shine through.
The deer pass quietly through the shadows leaving a trail that won’t disappear when the snow melts. This is one of the ‘highways’ criss crossing the cedar woods that surround the house.
deer trail in cedar woods
A pocket of ice reveals warmth had penetrated the shadows. The melted snow had formed a puddle now frozen over. As the water soaked into the ground it left the thin ice suspended leaving this unique pattern.
thin ice and frozen water drops
The shiny spots on the ice are frozen water drops.
In this photo (from the other day) the frozen drops look like bubbles.
In today’s photo they look like they’re staring back at me.
I stomped on the ice in return. I needed to crack it up in order to prove I was right.
I took a photo of one of the many mini frozen waterfalls on the run-off stream before leaving the cedars. It’s not likey to be the last of the season.
Deer as usual were browsing in the corn stubble. It wasn’t until I opened up this pic that I realized I photographed the elusive 2 Headed Doe of Morley.
Unfortunately the photo is ‘big foot’ quality and only a tabloid is likely to believe me.
A flock of Cedar Waxwings perched high in a tree as I passed by. Bad lighting and distance kept me from getting a good portrait of one once again. There were over fifty in the flock and not one would pose for me.
My last stop was at the lichen landscape from the other day. I had the feeling I was being watched as I took photographs. I could sense something was eyeing me. Can you ‘see’ the eye?
How about now? When the dragon’s nictitating membrane winked at me I did what any self respecting Python Knight of the Round Table would do. I bolted screaming ‘Run Away’, ‘Run Away’.
Seeing is believing unless you’re looking in a mirror.