A couple of weekends ago, when the sun had burnt through the fog and the ugly inversion, I bundled up and took a walk along the little greenbelt in Kuna that runs along Indian Creek. I grabbed my camera and took a few shots. Most of the creek was frozen over with a few puddles here and there.
The rope hanging silently, waiting for the summer laughter of the swimming hole.
Roseberries and nesting boxes.