The Wheel Turns

Midwinter (or midsummer) is almost here In the north, this is the point on the turning of the yearly wheel where all begins to be laid bare. The leaves are mostly scattered in sudden fall and rapid squall, only to…
Midwinter (or midsummer) is almost here In the north, this is the point on the turning of the yearly wheel where all begins to be laid bare. The leaves are mostly scattered in sudden fall and rapid squall, only to…
In my experience, taking a decent photograph of a squirrel is never as easy as it should be. They, and particularly the ridiculously fast Scottish red squirrel, often turn into streaks of blurred fur. So I am a bit pleased…