The shortening days and muted colors lie heavily on my ambitions.
But, there is color in December and January. The first picture looks across part of an uncut swale near the back of the farm, across hayfield, and on to woods.
The picture below looks along a path that I bush hogged through the edge of the swale last summer. The tracks in the path are mine (snow shoes) and those of one coyote. I try to go a bit further each day. I go so far, and then he (or she) goes further.
At some point we will get more snow and I'll be breaking trail again. But, for now, the broken path makes walking easier.
