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Yesterday’s brief post was illustrated mostly with images taken from a window of the house.
Sometimes it’s all that is on offer, yet I am ever grateful for the view and its seasonal changes.
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After six years, I am still stunned by the contrast of deep shadows and late afternoon light on the hill opposite.
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And by the spotlights.
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Tuesday was another early start.
After the time change, dawn comes a little later for a while, but I love the light at this time of day.
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Especially when there are contrails.
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The sun was just cresting the horizon.
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It’s a peaceful time of day.
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Before the world awakens.
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The Hudson is now ice-free and running very high from snow melt.
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Coming back, deer peered at us from behind the lip of a hill.
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Before turning tail.
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A rafter of turkeys gobbled after them
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It’s been some time since we came down Wright Road because of road conditions.
All our road surfaces are bad but, at least the mud has mostly dried up.
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Our own snow, – not quite gone.
Of course, it can snow in May or even June!
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More contrails yesterday.
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It’s fascinating to watch them morph…
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…and drift.
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How do they end up weaving like this?
Maybe it’s the new “non-woke” air traffic control system.
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By the time we went to the village, the contrails had really spread.
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The horses weren’t interested in watching us for once but I called out hello anyway.
Simple old woman that I am.
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The contrails led us into the village.
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And home again to hear red-wings chattering in the trees which are gradually filling out.
Thank you, Carolyn, for the excellent photographic study of the sky, and the trees!
Joanna