It was 23 degrees F and partly cloudy
at about 7 this morning as I rolled Shadow down the driveway and headed south to Meadowbrook Park.
On the way, stopped at the spruce grove to see whether anything was left of the Amanitamuscaria mushrooms.
Surprisingly, there was one in pretty good shape, considering the weather
and also one farther along in the process of degradation.
But as far as I could tell, that was all.
Got a seasonal shot of the south end of the grove.
Rode on into the south wind, which was surprisingly icy on my face.
At Meadowbrook stopped to view the “wonky Christmas tree.”
Then rode to the rabbit-statue bridge over McCullough Creek, where there was ice (not solid) on the water.
It was good to observe this indication of winter, of this distinctive, even if austere, time.
Stopped also for oddly twisted trees.
The absence of surrounding leaves and distracting flowers lets their forms stand out.
But it was the clouds that beguiled me this morning.
They were full of dimples and ripples.
And over the prairie, they opened to gaps of blue sky.
On the way back, near the Vine Street bridge, stopped at an old (seven or eight years, at least) beaver sculpture.
which was surrounded by new growth.
Wondered when the next generation of Meadowbrook beavers would arrive.
Riding homeward, worked hard to send warmth to my fingers. It seemed to be at least somewhat successful.