The cold has reached below zero, and the garden is empty as can be. Half-finished tasks wait to be completed. A pheasant, red ring, flies by unexpectedly and startles me. Small birds flutter from bush to bush, looking for any remaining seeds.
In The Winter Garden
Alberta Cottonwoods
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Just Before the Storm
Dead Topiary at the Edge of the Woodland
Photographing Emptiness
A Fence in the Forest
Behind the Curtain
Behind the trees, two bridges, three train tracks, arriving ships and local traffic. Still, the trees are full of songbirds and common sparrows.