Out of my bedroom window facing East this morning, Grandfather Maple in white.

Looking South my neighbors are nestled and hidden away from each other.

Then looking to the West the density along the river invites me to dream of hidden animals.

North along the borderline between an old field and the backyards everything surrenders.

At 11:11 a.m. the Sun greets us over the Birch tree with its golden halo .

Now an afternoon walk, shoveling done, the York River gracefully flows beyond the trees.

Blue sky briefly appearing in the Northwest adding a bit of color to our palette of grays.

Finally as we turn to head home, Lillybelle hears other dogs and we head off to greet them.