We might have reached the final crescendo of winter cold. Maybe? This might be it for mornings starting out at -25c. How beautiful they can be, though. The clarity of the cold. And a stage set for…ducks. Those goldeneye ducks will push up against the northern iciness as long as there is open water. Surely there are more hospitable places to spend the winter but every year it seems as though there are just a few more of these birds that can’t resist this beautiful river.
The thermometre is rising now. We are destined to feel temperatures above zero in the next few days. It will be especially sweet this year.
Part of me, though, already misses this frosted landscape.
[photographs from yesterday morning]
© Karen McRae, 2015