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Spillway

Radnor Lake Spillway

Radnor Reflections, December 15, 2011

It is rare to be able to photograph a view of the spillway when the thinning  of vegetation in winter combines with a rain heavy enough to send water over the rim. Also, the poison ivy needs to be in winter retreat so you can step just a few feet off the trail for a better angle. I didn’t, however, say that I actually did that.

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Edge of the World

Fog

Radnor Reflections, December 14, 2011

The fog was so thick on our walk today that you could not see the other side of the lake. Eerie, and beautiful.

Pretty as a Flower

Lichen

Radnor Reflections, December 10, 2011

It’s hard to find a flower at Radnor in December, but lichen are everywhere, and they can be as pretty as flowers

Frostweed

Frostweed

Radnor Reflections, December 9, 2011

This strange phenomenon stopped us in our tracks today. When the temperature drops to around freezing, the stem of this plant, called Frostweed, exudes water that freezes into interesting shapes. In the summer, when there are some leaves and flowers present, I would recognize Frostweed as Tickweed. It has dozens of other common names because of its unique characteristics, but the scientific one that encompasses them all is Verbesina virginica. Whatever its called, I have a new appreciation for it.

Tickweed

Tickweed

Misty Morning

Lake in Fog

Radnor Reflections, December 7, 2011

It misted/rained this morning. Snow is expected to mix in through the afternoon. The lake is lovely in these conditions, if you can just get there over icy roads!

Breakfast Delayed

Red TAil Hawk

Radnor Reflections, December 6, 2011

As mad as this red tail hawk looks, there is an equally frightened, and grateful, squirrel below it.

It rained buckets yesterday, and it was still misting as we walked. I once heard an old country Tennessean describe a light rain as a dry drizzle, and I’m sure that description fits the weather this morning. It was gray and still, when suddenly the peace was interrupted with a powerful thunk. A bit alarmed, I turned to see the squirrel shooting like a rocket into a hollow log. I couldn’t imagine how it might have made such a loud noise. It wasn’t the squirrel, however, but the hawk, sitting on the ground at the precise point where the squirrel had been. The hawk had a hard time accepting the fact that his breakfast had escaped, but finally flew off.  I saw the red feathers in its tail this time.  The squirrel will probably be in that log for a good long time.  I know I would be!

Frosted Leaves

Frost on Leaves

Radnor Reflections, December 5, 2011

The bright autumn colors are spectacular, but the winter’s muted artistry is equally appealing.