Mother Nature is kindly diverting our attention from national politics by throwing some interesting weather our way.
I took my grandson for a walk through our first snowfall of the season.
The sculptures are made new with this icy addition.
January 3rd brought a few inches more. Enough to require shoveling the driveway, which hasn’t been necessary these past two winters.
I did get my sculpture finished by the end of the year. Barely. Sometime when the weather improves, I’ll haul it to Calanan Park for its public debut.
Somehow, the California Dipper knows when we are going to have a lot of rain. The last time it hung out on the pond was a very rainy winter/spring. Here it is again. And now all the rain.
The little creek that runs through our property seldom looks like this. So far, I have not heard “the Drought is over!” but it sure seems like it.
Deer Creek hasn’t swallowed the road yet. Almost.
I drove through the storm to deliver my three pieces to the Blue Line Gallery for the Crocker Kingsley Exhibition that opens this Friday and continues through February 25th. There is a very attractive catalog Tony Natsoulas put together for the show. The reception is January 21st, coincidentally the same day as March on Sacramento, the women’s march asserting the importance of women’s rights.
This bird may look cute and harmless, but he puts up a good fight with the windowpane every year.
I haven’t been able to get a photo of him with his red mohawk, he moves too quickly.
I don’t expect to find the peacefulness that James has, but I am going to try to find some.