Just before dark on Monday, a row of bright pink clouds appeared behind the hill across the valley, the only colour in an otherwise totally grey day that left places south and east of us under many inches of snow.
As much as 37 in some areas.
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By contrast, Tuesday dawned with a curious glow as if the snow had absorbed luminous dye.
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It is extraordinary how much the colour changes in mere minutes.
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With the addition of sunlight.
How much else changes under different light?
It’s why one should always look at things more than once and under alternate illumination.
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Such a bright day merited an outing.
We needed some groceries and for variation, we’d go to Bennington…
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Backing away from the garage, I noticed that the frost patterns in the windows were quite different to those I’d photographed a few weeks ago when it was much colder.
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Heading south down route 22, off to our right the sky was clear and bright.
But you don’t have to go far to see a change…
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Swinging east toward Vermont, we encountered a cloud bank.
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White birch trees stood out against a dark background.
To me they look like dancing girls.
Funny how often I see dancers in Nature.
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If I could have had anything I wanted when I was young, I would have had a dance floor all to myself. Dancing, I felt, was the best form of self-expression. It was an outlet for emotion.
Not that I was a dancer. I had no training at all, but I wanted to move without restraint.
It wouldn’t have been anything to contemplate!
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The lone tree at Mile Around is always worth contemplation.
Trees are undaunted by set-backs in the weather. Buds are daily more evident.
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Tiny though some may yet be. I liked the image of the bird and the Sun piercing the cloud.
My glasses had gone dark so I couldn’t identify the bird, but Grant thought it was a robin.
(The American variety is quite large.)
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Groceries on board, we were heading back to New York.
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Passing another favourite tree we came to a property that always proudly displayed MAGA signs, but no more. Gradually they are disappearing.
One can only hope that the tide is turning.
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It is definitely encouraging to see those MAGA signs being taken down. I always enjoy seeing the lone tree, there is something about a solo tree that is not surrounded by others that makes me think of individuality in some people. 16C/61F and sunny here today! For two days running I have not switched on the central heating.
Best wishes, Pete.
Lone trees always appear as lonely trees to me. If you live for hundreds of years, you’re going to need company. I guess most lone trees had company once upon a day – don’t have to guess who cut them all down!
Well, according to what Donald said yesterday, MAGA is complete! What next I wonder?
Oh, how I hope that last sentence is true!
According to Donald, you never had it so good, Carolyn! I also had a pink sky yesterday, and the weather is getting better and better with 18 degrees in February! As always, I love your pictures, including the ice design, beautiful trees, solitary or in the forest, the clouds, and the sky, whether bright or dar
or dark. My laptop was in an unseemly rush, apologies, Carolyn!
Joanna
If that frost pattern on the window were a painting, it would be worth lots of dosh!
If anyone (that’s me included) thought Nature only display white when it snowed, then they should have a look at your photos! It’s actually incredible to see pink fluffy clouds, blue skies, and pastel colours when I thought everything was ‘supposed’ to just be white – I couldn’t have been more wrong!
More magical photos! Not sure if I prefer your winter or autumnal photos the best.
Happy those signs are being taken down and people are coming to their senses. But now, it’s another war for the puppet. Deflecting the Epstein files, perhaps.