Saturday, January 03, 2009

Winter walk

Ben. Lily and I took a late afternoon walk today along Traver Creek, the small slip of water which bisects our apartment neighborhood. Bold chickadees cheeked around us, cardinals flashed. Lily looked like she wanted to jump in despite the cold. About an hour into our exploration, we found solitary great blue heron tracks heading straight for deer mouse tracks: both trails formed a forty degree angle and ended at water's edge. A tasty snack for the heron, no doubt. One clump of rocks looked like a lucite shelf fungus had grown around it--ice. Bare heads of prairie coneflowers were gray matches for the rows of low lying clouds promising more snow. The sunset as we headed back was perfect turquoise and apricot.


Jayne said...

Sounds like a beautiful walk indeed. :c) Hugs to you and Ben.

Anonymous said...

Delightful to see you're penning again.

(I guess that verb doesn't work anymore. Maybe "clicking," short for clickety-clacking with a touch of pun. . . ?)

Anyway, I mean to use this blog in my comp class as a very fine example of description writing. Hope you don't mind.


Cynthia Bostwick said...

Honored by your presence and the use of my small scribble. Or set of clicks. This actually started out as written longhand in the journal, and I decided it was good fodder for the blog. There is just something about the feel of a nice pen in one's hand that no expensive laptop can ever match.


Cynthia Bostwick said...

Thank you for always encouraging me.