One of a series of posts documenting the seasonal changes of a prairie marsh in 2016.
Yesterday, Super Bowl Sunday, I popped over to Lincoln Marsh and took some new pics. The weather was very El Niño— warm and sunny and bright. I got there slightly later than I wanted to, so the sun was lower than I wanted, but I think we saw some good things.
I got there just in time for some sun to blaze behind the trees:
That moment in woods when eye level is dark and the light is up above and almost gone:
Nothing can stop the geese from flying:
I feel for the laggards catching up:
And the movement in pooled water shows temp:
Even though ice is stubborn with rigid memory:
And the log remains on the surface, for now:
We all know the blue turns inky and beats orange.
