Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Crispy



Wednesday November 24 2010

The air is sharp and cold: -1*F at dawn. It singes your nose and burns your lungs as it goes down; your fingers and toes start to sting as the feeling goes out of them.


A red-tailed hawk waits in a tree above the creek for the golden rays to warm him before he begins his hunt for breakfast.


The languid horses wait for the sun to crest the ridge, to melt the light blanket of ice on their coats.



The sun comes and Jose naps in the warmth.

5 comments:

  1. I'm shivering, just thinking of it. But the sun makes all the difference in the world...gray skies are too ominous.

    As always...love your pictures.

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  2. Lovely pictures. There is something magic about the combination of horses and snow, not something I have the opportunity to see.

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  3. Wonderful description. I am glad to be enjoying it from the warmth of my comforter.

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  4. Like-wise in sunny California! Happy Turkey Day!!

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  5. It's 7 right now! Brrrrr. I do like the way the snow squeaks underfoot.

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