This squirrel managed to look cold. Most of them didn't. They were fat and energetic and having at the seed someone tossed down. This guy... I don't know... he just looks chilly.
|Standing Guard Over Seeds|
|And They're Off...|
|Your Insane Photographer|
Here's a rare portrait of the (insane) photographer. I ran into someone else out there taking shots with his S.O. so I offered to take a picture of the two of them together, so he said he'd return the favor. I couldn't find my purple and gray hat, so I had the earband on. I had really, really wet hair by the time I got home.
|The Bird the South Forgot|
Then there was this guy. It's not a good shot or anything, but it's an American Robin. What the *heck* is he doing here in this snowstorm? As a kid I was always taught that the robins returning was one of the first signs of spring. This robin? One for the first signs of SNOW MY GOODNESS, SNOW!
|Looking for Mr. Tumnis|
|Snow on the Weeds|
The weeds of the summer and fall are clearly dormant now, but the stems still remain and have been picking up snow on any surface that's horizontal or close enough for jazz.
|You Can't Spin This Cotton|
It makes it look like we're growing cotton... in Chicago. In January. I love that in this shot, even at this size, you can see the snow falling.
|Snow (on) Cone(flowers)|
This needs to be made into a card or something at some point. It just strikes me as ridiculously iconic "Winter".
There's more. (There's always more with me, isn't there? :) But that's enough for tonight. :)