time I saw an otter (Lutra canadensis), I couldn't believe it. Surely
it was a beaver. But the second time there was no doubt as three otters
cavorted the length of Raymond Brook Marsh. After 15 months walking
the Air Line, the trail still has surprises to offer.
Blue Heron (Ardea herodias) seemed unphased by an otter swimming right
by its feet.
it profited by the disturbance as, here, it stalks a fish.
morning temperatures brought morning mists...
glorious, fairyland frosts.
leaf appeared sugar coated, or outlined in rime.
light offers a surreal perspective.
by the score rev up each morning, preparing to fly.
they go, signaling the end of my year of pictures from the trail.