Posts tagged “lake

early morning fog

Yesterday’s Phenology: In the upper 40s in the early morning, a bit chilly on the bike. Warmed up a bit as day wore on , but still, mostly cloudy and cool, with some gusty breezes.

Song of the day: the Beatles, Hey Jude


morning flight

Yesterday’s Phenology: Another nice rainy day, until the afternoon, when it stopped raining, and then the sun peeked out a bit. Nice to get the rain. Noticed a ruckus up in the trees as I walked Flynn in the late afternoon, birds, excited, and then a hawk flew out of a spruce and away.

Song of the Day: Spencer Davis Group, Gimme Some Lovin’


dark side of the duck

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Not a bad day for mid-January in Minnesota. The temperature crept up to lower 20s, the sun was out, and there was a bit of melting in the streets. We’ll take it.

Song of the day: Anouar Brahem, The Astounding Eyes of Rita


Yak trax?

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Another gray flannel day in Minneapolis. Temperature hovered around 32 for most of the day, and it sort of drizzle-fogged in the afternoon. A little bit colder and it will be a bit icy out there. Saw a blue jay in our back yard birch tree today. Don’t see much of them around here. It’s said that they prefer oak trees and we are a few blocks away from the scattered oaks¬†nearer the Mississippi. Perhaps our feeder food is not to their liking. Oh well.

Song of the day: Local Hero, Victor’s Song


november dawn

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Just plain cold all day. High temperature was -6. Day started off sunny and then went partly cloudy in the afternoon. The sun is so low in the sky that it’s easy to miss, behind a house or a tall building. -10 now, as night settles in. Again, sparrows lined up at the birdfeeder, shivering in their thin little winter coats, waiting for some bird seed.

Song of the Day: Brian Eno, Music for Airports


dawn on Maplewood pond, about a month ago

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Not so bad, actually. (Can phenology be good or bad? No, not really. It should be objective observations of the what transpires, unsullied by value judgments.) None the less, not too bad. About -7 when I got up, and got up to a high of about 7. Sunny. Snow piled up everywhere. A rather pretty day, and we are all acclimated to the temperature. Not that we don’t complain about it. But really, we’re used to it. And they are predicting temps in the -20 range in a few days, so we will enjoy the mild -7 while it lasts.

Song of the day: Barry and Beth Hall, The Holly and the Ivy


on Golden Pond

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Yesterday’s Phenology: It rather feels like Winter is here, though lacking snow in these parts. A chilly 17 yesterday morning, as I waited in the darkness at the bus stop at 6:20. I remembered waiting at the bus stop all those years ago, high school, junior high, -20, snowing, pitch black. Thought nowt about it. Those were the days. Cold throughout the day, still breezy, the wind sneaking over from the blizzard in NoDak. Still darker than yesterday. To work in the dark, working through the day in my dark cold little cubicle, dark as I go home at night. The Theater of the seasons. I took a look at the pond this morning, frozen over, and ducks and geese sitting out on it looking morose.
(The picture above, of course, is from a few weeks back. I hope those two flew south after their stroll around the pond.)

Song of the day: Bob Dylan, Girl from the North Country