We had our first hard freeze overnight, and Beck noticed that the water in the bird bath on the deck was frozen. She turned the ice disc over, and discovered the most delicate tendrils of ice, reaching to the copper walls of the bath, none more than two inches in length.
She gathered me up, I gathered my macro lens up, and I shot for half an hour or more, exploring this fragile little ice city with my camera.
The Moon and Jupiter were in conjunction this morning — Venus was also on the scene, but not in this photo.
It seems like I’m still having some problems getting a good focus on sky objects. Autofocus just doesn’t work well for stuff like this. I’m sure it’s my goofy eyes, but there’s gotta be a better way!
Siobhan frequently draws on the white board in my office. Sometimes, her simple wisdom surprises me.
Through a friend of a friend, Beck and I acquired tickets to Game 4 of the World Series. Boston celebrated the ending of a curse, and St. Louis suffered the anguish of being the team that helped Reverse the Curse.
Today, we got the house listed with Wendy, and to make things official, she planted a sign in the yard.
The sky was on fire this morning, and it just seemed like a wonderful photo opportunity through the graceful trees at the end of the street.