The first frozen morning of the year dawned, and a thin layer of morning frozen dew nearly fooled my eyes into thinking the first poor snow was falling. But it appears that it is too early for that, even though I would appreciate a high-quality layer of white covering.
The air is crisp, you can feel your nose freezing and steam coming out of your mouth, and people moving in the distance remind you of small steam engines.
The fragile appearance of the plants' edges covered in small white crystals are teasing, to put the boots on, tuck yourself in and give a nice round in the morning sun. It's cold but it's not; you'll feel that eerie coldness when you step into the shade, and your eyes will widen to take in the scattered rays on the wet grass, which sparkle at times.
Frost, the harbinger of winter. I adore how nature has a prelude to each season, preparing the flora and fauna for the impending chilly weather.
I'm on the dock with a cigarette in my hand, the ground is wet, I can't sit, so I'm squatting and enjoying the glassy calm surface of the lake in front of me.
A couple of birds fly through the sky, allowing the wind to carry them.
Easiness...
The reflection lasted as long as his lap around the lake, and then we were on our way back to civilization. The majority of the residents are still in their warm homes, and everything is so peaceful and dreamy.
It is said that everyone has a spirit animal.
My would be an owl.
The irony is that I ended up moving to the area where these howling feathered puffins spend the winter.
In addition to that coincidence, I also have a pair of owl key chains, pajamas, and glasses.
They have one drawback, and I can't really blame them for it: they frequently sneak into the thick boxwood canopy.
I can see you, but you can't see me.
Not this time, this time I managed to peek and throw the lens between the branches. This would be about the closest encounter ever. It's even more ironic that these antisocial jerks tend to congregate in areas with the highest population density. And their tree placement hierarchy is astonishing. You will always see them scattered on the tree, from the highest branch to the lowest.
She gave the look.
I also enjoy their subtle elegance in letting you know that the clicking of the appliance that echoes in the silence is enough. I didn't want to disturb their solitude any further as it was time for someone to leave.
A glimmering of the morning sun, until it was there.
Love this analogy. I can picture it perfectly.
Owls are gorgeous aren't they? Silent, blinking, deadly, night lovers.
Mission done. ;)
Yes, yes and yes, predators also I would add, but deeply fascinating creatures to me.
That was the 'deadly' part 😂🦉🦉🦉
Sight definitely makes me different than owls.🤣🤣🤣
Totally overlooked it, blaming "night lovers" part, liked it.
😂😂😂😂🦉🦉🦉🦉❤️❤️❤️❤️
Love the frosty vegetation, especially in b&w. So you're an owl woman who caught an awesome shot of an owl and the luck of hanging with many. What type of boxwood do they hide in? The only place in the city to take shots of owls is a protected area and taking photos of owls is against the city by-law, as I was reminded when I read what you wrote:
So far they aren't under the protection, but certainly not fans of disturbing. Clicking is allowed but not very welcomed by owls.
Boxwood? What do you mean what type?
I've never photographed owls, so I didn't know that, but got that impression due to the by-law here. I suspect their sensitivity to sound has something to do with that.
Yes, what type of boxwood. I get excited about certain species of it, such as English and Japanese boxwood, which I've never seen in Canada.
Our law here doesn't work on many fields. 😂
They can be found on birch, elm, spruce. Mostly, they are not determined by the trees so much as by the location, mainly the central parts of the place.
LOL, lucky you. I live in a very controlled external environment, bloody camera eyes everywhere in places they never used to be.
So they aren't fixated completely on boxwood. It's been so long since I was in an area where they are that's not in a city. Maybe I can learn more about owls from you. It's mostly hawks I meet here.
If you ever start looking for them, don't look up rather look for their poop below... 😏
Thanks for that tip! With birds of all kind, I am like the cat on the ground wishing to fly, so should be able to poop spot easily.
I was just reminded of when I took a cat I had home with me to visit my parents (way out in the country, very isolated). Being a city cat, didn't want him taking off, so he was on a very long string outside with us. My mother, a big fan of hummingbirds had things set up to attract them, so there were literally dozens of them flying around the house in summer, quite a thing. So my cat, LOL, he's staring up at them, wanting to catch one, making pathetic attempts to do so as they start dive bombing him just out of reach, teasing the crap out of him. We were all laughing about it.
Wow(L)!
Frosted leaves look like dessert to me.
Wanna bite? :p
Yes, please!! Minty fresh.
...mistook some condensation on the windows for snow this morning...disappointing!!
The crunchy frost is a pretty good compromise though.. especially in black and white!
That was a bummer, at least I've tried. :D
AccuWeather announced snow for the next week, fingers crossed!
we are getting there...:)