This is as low as the sun will get on my commute, so long as I can be counted on not to spring onto the bike too early, longing for this low, soft light. Here the river moves enough to melt, but is still enough to reflect the bare trees. A future park is marked…

This looks like another of my recent sunrise series, but the sun is not behind this cloud, it’s way off to the left. Some anomaly was causing this cloud to catch the light. It’s not the greatest picture, but it was eerie to behold, and I want to remember it. I didn’t even see the…

The sun is just coming up now when I leave for work, filling the spaces between the inky trees across the frozen lake with a warm orange glow.

I didn’t ride the bike at all last week due to sub-zero temperatures and Ann being in Santa Fe part of the week. Now on my return I find the Cache La Poudre River gone, and a snowy animal causeway in its place.

We spotted this male Ring-necked Duck (Aythya collaris) swimming in one of the holding ponds by Heron Lake, our RV park. You can just make out the purple ring around his neck that is the source of the species name, but the white ring on the bill is an easier way to identify these birds…

This morning I awoke to find Squeaky Bear lying eviscerated on the living room carpet. What fiend could have committed this grisly crime? Any amateur CSI enthusiasts out there? Update: Squeaky Bear’s bladder, the very source of his squeak, was found in Jezze’s water bowl. Hopefully all of SB’s organs are now accounted for, though…

I’ve liked the beaded jewelry I’ve seen my wife & friends make at bead shops – now my mom has done away with the bead shop and started making her own beads. Check out the results.

This is the harvested corn field behind our current home site. I’m leaving at about sunrise these days, when everything is awash in golden sunlight.

I was intrigued to receive this letter with no return address, not unlike the typewritten letters and cards I once sent to my wife Ann before I really knew her. She let me puzzle over it for awhile before confessing that she wrote it. I’m glad she’s my Freaky Secret Admirer.

The temperature finally dropped enough to freeze the lake where these geese are wintering. It looked at first like they had just been frozen in place, but I think they’re sitting on the ice. The temperature was up to 11 degrees Fahrenheit when I left home today. Thankfully the recent winds finally calmed down.