Once back on this side of the city, I took the long way home—through a bit of rural landscape north of here which I always enjoy checking out. Then I fixed lunch…at 3:00.p.m.
There wasn't much stirring out in the country, even though today has been bright with sun and the temperature rose to a degree or two above freezing. The ground is still thickly covered with snow—now wet snow—and other than a few birds and foraging squirrels, everyone else seems to be staying in.
I saw a flock of bluebirds flitting along the edge of a meadow up the road, but couldn't get close enough for a photo. However, I did manage a very mediocre shot of a redtail hawk who came sailing out from the timber and across the same meadow a moment later, possibly on the trail of those bluebirds. But my favorite image of the dozen or so I made is the one above—special only because I like the dynamics of the white-barked sycamores against that blue, blue sky. Dazzling, huh?