here comes the sun

After a week of dense fog, a few hours of sunshine is a rare treat. The roads and trails have made for slick running, but it's been fun. I'm feeling a little bit crazy for how much I've enjoyed the cold fog, but today reminded me how great a little bit of sunshine feels. With the first hint of light, Derek and I set off for a Saturday of wandering, hoping to see the ice a bit more before it all melts in the sudden sun. In a few hours of walking, we seemed to pass through three seasons of color and light. Remember blue sky? It's been a full week since we've seen that. 

It's warm in the sunshine. A December picnic on the river before going back into the winter woods.

We heard a black woodpecker call, and found a sweet little, mossy nest.

fogcicles

Everything is icy and white around here. The fog has frozen to the the trees, grass, fences...the road too, and the spikes and spires of ice are growing longer each day. I can't resist being out in the fog for hours, walking, running, and making trips with the camera, enjoying the wintery-wonderland as much as possible before it melts away. I've never seen icicles quite like this before.