Without all those pretty greens and blossom colors of spring and summer, one's winter eye must look elsewhere for interesting patterns. On today's walk, I was lucky enough to hit a patch of ground that hadn't dried out completely from our last snow. Better yet, truck drivers had been there recently enough to leave a mark.
Makes me wish I'd been out earlier this week before there had been so much drying -- but it's been cold. I'm a wimp about chills these days.
I like the way those little stones and that single pine needle have been embedded.
And here's a pattern in one of the unpaved neighborhood streets that gets a layer of special, very fine and very grey soil every time the city sends out the blades. This pattern is on a surface that is nearly dried out.
Without all those pretty greens and blossom colors of spring and summer, one's winter eye must look elsewhere for interesting patterns. On today's walk, I was lucky enough to hit a patch of ground that hadn't dried out completely from our last snow. Better yet, truck drivers had been there recently enough to leave a mark.
Makes me wish I'd been out earlier this week before there had been so much drying -- but it's been cold. I'm a wimp about chills these days.
I like the way those little stones and that single pine needle have been embedded.
And here's a pattern in one of the unpaved neighborhood streets that gets a layer of special, very fine and very grey soil every time the city sends out the blades. This pattern is on a surface that is nearly dried out.
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