Just over a week ago, the local trails were clear and beautifully rideable. Then the snow fell. Mountain bikes now sit idle, at first due to deep snow, now due to mud.
Dry to frozen to melting. We've wandered on foot instead, found some new sights, revisited some old. Enjoying the slow pace of our feet that allows us time to look closely at where we are.
What remains of small birds in the snow.
The bike beneath the eaves.
Branching cracks re-frozen in the edge of a lake.
Still life in alkali mud.
Snow shadow self portrait with Sprocket by Trina: