Monday, March 21, 2011

Zero to Sixty

Fireworks?
No, just a shiverish photographer and a sparkley moon


In bird.2. Less than a week ago there was nothing going on around here in the bird department. Now there is an actual dawn chorus, even if it is only the penny whistle of the titmice and the woodwind robins, with a few raucous jay squawks tossed in. The robins actually wake me up.

You won't hear a single complaint about that though. What a way to start the day.

I know everybody got out to see and photograph that incredible moon Saturday night. However, it rose so late here and it was so darned cold out, with a lazy wind (the kind that goes through you rather than around), that I didn't get much.

I sure saw some though. I got up around two AM to have a look around and you could read by the moonlight.

Indoors.

I checked.

Outdoors, tangled in the stark darkness of the honey locust branches, it looked as hard and round as a polished diamond.

Blinding

Bright.

Kind of crystalish. Not like any moon I knew before. Cold too. It got down to ten, which is pretty chilly for March around here. Perfect sugar weather though.

4 comments:

Dani said...

I miss having your robins. Such chatty little things.

lisa said...

I know what you mean, I let the dogs out in the morning and I hear tons of birds greeting the day. I Did get pics of the moon, which I will post but it just looked like a white dot in the middle of a black square. Hope you have a good day.

Cathy said...

Beautiful piece, TC.

And a far better pix than I got with my cell phone having told my not-too-patient husband to PULL OVER!

At the moment I'm sitting by the front window on a cool cloudy day. I've cracked it to hear those robins.

By God. We made it :0)

threecollie said...

Dani, thank you for taking such good care of them all winter. they look really good!

Lisa, I will look forward to seeing them! It was pretty but it was too darned cold to stand out there and mess around for long.

Cathy, thanks! I felt so sorry for the poor robins out there foraging in the snow. It snowed really hard for several hours and they looked so forlorn.