We had a covering of light snow in the overnight hours leaving everything looking nicely refreshed for morning. After the black ice of yesterday, I decided to put the ‘WinterTrax’ back on my walking boots again before I set off. The wind was blowing off the lake with some force, so a walk along the golf course I felt was in order.
I’d always noticed a bit of a dugout by one of the streams I pass by every day, but it pretty well disappears into the landscape until it snows. Then you really start to notice paw prints and that regular activity takes place in the area. Not sure what creature calls it home, perhaps one day I’ll find out.
Just around the corner the wind began to drop as it became more sheltered. This area very much reminds me of what I imagine Maine and areas of New England to be like with its little community enclaves, dips and bends in the narrow roads. In winter it’s very quiet here as it’s the back of the properties on our road.
You have to be aware of where you walk when the area is snow covered for fear of breaking through ice and landing in a puddle…it’s not really a big deal if you don’t mind wet feet.
I love the stark appearance of the naked trees against the snow. There is something comforting about knowing they will awaken once again in the Spring.
I love the colour of this simple arbour against the winterscape. A simple structure announcing an invitation to the space beyond.
Heading back towards home, I came across this old plough that sits out in the open near a sand trap. Snow punctuating its form and once again amplifying its existence.
…and I just love this old farmhouse! So although I didn’t walk along much of the shore this morning it was still lovely to be out and about in our neighbourhood enjoying everything it has to offer.