The snow has mostly melted off except for in the more shaded places where I walk. The irrigation ditch holds reflections of early winter in slow movement.
Today I was drawn to a favorite red-orange rock, reflected blue sky and water plants blended by the flow of Big Knife Creek.
I was drawn to the tumult and light in the small waves opening a space where the distinction between inside and outside no longer has relevance.
Stabilicers help me move in icy places.
Jordy the Samoyed wanders through the Snowberries and burrs.
