Thursday, February 26, 2015

Frozen Wonders

Too-wheet, too-wheet, to,to to-A male Cardinal calls his mate with a first springtime call. I heard my first today, and it makes me smile. I smile knowing Spring is not too far away. These icicles are seepage that flows through the limestone. These were once ocean reefs, and form all the nearby hills you enjoy seeing me hike through.




Huge ice flows along the river, bump and grind so softly going downstream.  Many have stopped their journey and line the riverbank. They will wait for the arrival of spring to melt them.




A parade of water lovers crowd into an even smaller area at the lake.
It was hard to get a good count on the swans, I swapped cars with a friend and didn't have any binoculars. I would say similar to the groups numbers the other day.


 Ice pushing up over the shore


This is looking toward the sun from underneath a sheet that pushed up in the air along the shore.
This was my favorite playing with light and textures.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Glaciated Barnyards

 I know a place that has black raspberry soft serve not to far away. It's funny how ice cream sounds better to me in the winter.
 


New prints next to  melted old prints.
You have to love it, it is going to be around for a while longer.





What made them leave
This prairie palace
A place of living well
For many years.
 
One can often hear the laughter
And even feel a few tears.
Wild turkey gather in a field eating corn.



This was a show barn for hogs built in 1912. I think it would be a remarkable  home.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Winter Cool

A spoiled cat
Has a place
To stay warm.
 
A feral cat watches for its next meal. I have watched this one all winter and noticed a new all black one yesterday. People often dump pets in the country thinking a farm will want them to live there. Unfortunately cats can rapidly proliferate and become a nuisance to song birds and other animal species. There are more feral(wild) cats in Iowa than people. It is sad to me when a new one arrives, many circumstances stand in it's way to have a very long life. I often call out, "Here kitty kitty!" to see if they are a bit tame, but most run away and ignore me. This one has been eating well out on the prairie , maybe I will name it, Lucky.
Does anyone remember seeing a Clarence the Talking Mule movie?
New babies arrive in a major cold wave.
 






I faded the color on the deer adding the snow across the bottom.



Ready to picnic? This would be a great place to both eat and play, in about three months.