Though the wintry landscape palette is not as colorful as other seasons,
the raw sky does spread out a bright cloth with vivid rose and lavender hues
each early morning and just before night.
Winter's beauty can be mesmerizing, though wind chills of -13 F do challenge the spirit.
Somehow we all adapt.
We are all creatures of habit.
Late afternoons and early mornings, I often find our resident Red-tailed Hawk perching
on the same branch, in more or less exactly the same location, within a stately Oak,
which solidly stands in a clearing dotted with native blueberries not far from the forest's edge.
The Red-tailed Hawk stands out in a striking way within a foggy, snowy landscape.
Its underwing white mirroring that of the powdered coating etched upon the Oak's limbs
and shrouding a forest of Hemlocks and White Pines.
Winter's white and light can be beautiful and we acclimate to its frigid ways sometimes longing for warmer days.
Its underwing white mirroring that of the powdered coating etched upon the Oak's limbs
and shrouding a forest of Hemlocks and White Pines.
Winter's white and light can be beautiful and we acclimate to its frigid ways sometimes longing for warmer days.
