Trekking...

Monday I walked into the snow and mud.  I wanted to remember the last day I explored in 2012.  I needed to reconnect with the land.

I saw beauty in  frozen sand as the rain washed a path through snow.

I captured diamonds in the cedars

and rejoiced that my Lizzy was happy At The Farm.

I visited a frozen pond hidden among the pines.

I reached the highest point on our acreage and enjoyed the view while it gently rained melting much of the remaining snow.  I heard the high-pitched yip that Junior voices when he's on the trail of a rabbit. 

The Bald Eagles weren't around or they had flown away with the first sound of our approach.  A Blue Heron took flight from the pond too fast for my camera or me to see well.  The crows cawed telling the world I and the dogs were here.  

Bird song filled the air but the dog pack had them uneasy so they stayed high and safe from the marauding bunch that traveled with me.

I had lost track of time.  I headed down  to the valley that has cradled our family for five generations.  It felt good to be home again.