Christmas found us on a sunny, almost balmy morning.
So I opened the windows
for the cats to take some sun
just as we did on a warm drizzly day last Christmas, but with the whole place to ourselves
This year there were many people out taking photos and walking about this beautiful place.
wild rose bushes stripped of their leaves
but still a lot of wild rose hips on their brambley vines
They almost made up for the lack of snow, set against the pines
Here we found some ducks bobbing for greens beneath the still pond water
It could get almost mystical as the sun begins its downward arc
and here a fine fellow
back to join his mate
Many photo ops for still water reflections
But this one took the cake: a Sundog
a prism phenomenon where refraction takes place in a cloud far removed from the sun which is actually to the upper right, out of the camera's view
(wish I could have got a better exposure; it was quite beautiful)
we round the path looking back at the bridge from whence we started
Now the whole Christmas experience seems somehow far away after a month of preparing, like a big meal that took longer to prepare than to consume. If you're one of those people who enjoy the kitsch of Christmas, apart from its symbol of hope and rejoicing this next section is for you, and if you're not, this may seem like too much dessert: a batch of pictures I took on Christmas Eve and forgot about til late today, Boxing Day.
We drove to Berwick and here are shots from along the way, there and back in no particular order.
A little floss and sparkle of other folks' creative efforts.