It's cold outside, but as of this evening we have no snow. If the weather is kind tomorrow, I will take a drive to return my son to his home away from home. If we have a blizzard... well, I might keep him a while longer.
I've not had the chance to try out my new camera lenses. I'm a little bit wimpy when it comes to bitter wind chills, but I did point it out the door and grab a shot of those dried out sunflowers just off the back porch. I think I'm going to have some fun once I get used to it. And once I learn how to change lenses without struggling to get the next one on again.
If only I could get my driveway side of the house windows crystal clear and clean, the maybe I could get a good shot of that little red squirrel who's been scampering around in my weeping birch. By the time I got my long lens on the camera, he had found cover and was nowhere to be seen. He has to live in that tree somewhere, maybe in one of the big knotholes.
I'm liking the look of the woodpile. If only someone would poke their head up in there instead of on my counter in the dark of night. I wouldn't mind so much having little friends out there.