365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Saturday, November 30, 2019
Fractal Fantasy
Day 48: Yeah, I know...it's the time of the year when everybody posts pictures of ice, but ol' Jack did such a lovely job of decorating my bin last night that I can't resist. You could get lost exploring the fractal coastline described by his crystalline map of fjords, inlets and bays, but only for a few minutes until you became aware that his nippers were getting dangerously close to portions of your anatomy you'd prefer to keep intact. Western Washington is experiencing a cold snap of unusual depth for late November. Here, the last several nights have held just barely above 20 F., and the afternoons haven't crept above 40. Twenty years ago, I'd have thought nothing of going for a snowshoe/hike or casting a line to the prospect of a dinner of fresh salmon, but these days, those temperatures even curtail my appreciation of frosty art.
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