we are so happy to be free again out of doors. we get nourished by the sun and snow, and the inconveniences seem minor. speaking for myself. i've never felt salt on my paws.

final first

beaver carving

cirrus bow

clan of the cave bear. i loved that book, but the movie, well, it had a sexy prehistoric earth mama in furs, darryl hannah. but i noticed in the library orders a new version.

everything flows

everything

going down to get through. crossing the bridge over salt and through marathoners copp stopped and sat looking woeful from salt. as soon as we get off the path he's fine, though he gets ice balls between his webbed pads.

granted

happy 84 barbara! from copp and doug...

and get well soon

i gave my love a dried cherry

ice boat. when we got there it vanished.

ice caldera

ice drawing

mister on the snowsand

eponymous

on the way to the beach

snow angel on the draining frozen lagoon

shadow study

this is no ordinary love

we missed this.

when i make a snow angel copp gets all excited and jumps in for licks.

winter grasses and winter winds.