Wouldn’t that make a good name for a pub?
March 10, 2015: Everything was frosty and as it warmed up the frozen fog drifted across the river.
There’s a sad story behind this.
February 16, 2015, in the midst of a blizzard, one of our resident bald eagles was lunching on a hapless and rapidly more featherless Canada Goose. The feathers blew three quarters of the way around the house: eastwards in the backyard, southerly along the side and then westerly across the front. This feather lodged on the rose bush (Blanche Double de Coubert if you are really keen) until early summer. Photo taken through a dirty blizzardy window. You can also see it in the lower right corner of wider angle shot. (Those little dark spheres are from the crab apple just off scene, stage left.)
Posted, a week late, for the WordPress photo challenge Weight(less) and you can see more entries here.