Everything is so crispy and since the deer like to rub against my row of young Crabapple trees, I think they snapped this one.
Hard to believe in a handful of weeks, this Dogwood will be budding.
Looking down the street.
Every twig, branch and wisp is covered.
My Willow is definitely weeping.
Looking underneath the patio table. I can't take credit. She found it.
I couldn't pass up that face.
I tried to capture the blue hour in the snow again, but I'm going to have to pull out the tripod tomorrow since I just can't hold still long enough to let the shutter close.
The Blizzard of 2011, or so they say. We would have enjoyed the additional 12" or so our lucky neighbors just 60 miles west got, but we'll take what we can get.
Happy Groundhog Day!
