I was still skiing in early March. The ice in the irrigation ditch was starting to melt―carving undulating, shimmering, edges along the water.
I believe there are some kind of cat tracks along the bank in this image (above). I was on the other side of the ditch, so I couldn’t look at them closely.
Here is the ski path a couple weeks ago.
Last summer’s grass is emerging pressed flat to the earth from the winter snow.
One night the sun was catching the Ponderosa reflected between the ice edges and I knew, that although I am sad to lose the snow, this transition makes room for new views of light and warmth.