Mud Lake was not completely frozen at the upper end. The water had an oily sheen common to the regional wetlands. I tried for an abstract look such th (...)

Long before the Winter Olympics the Mud Lake wildlife performed on ice. Here we see the pairs competition champions skating towards gold.

It is not easy being a nature photographer like me. I have to contend with bold squirrels trying to hitch a ride in my coat pocket. It's all the fault (...)

The mere act of sitting down on a log to rest causes a squirrel horde to descend upon an unsuspecting photographer. "Feed me, FEED ME" they chitter in (...)

These icy fingers were reaching for the sky but what you don't hear is their clacking voices as the wind rustles through them.

For me, an ice storm means a walk through a crystal fairy land. It's dangerous, though, as a lot of branches were still crashing down from the sudden (...)

In a crystal forest there are many jewels to be plucked.

Winter arrived with a thud. There is nothing like an ice storm to get things going. You'll note that the ice here is different from normal icicles. Od (...)

All manner of plant was ice covered. All submitted to the icy glare of the Windago.

All the trails were like this. It was a fabulous day for a walkies.

Several trees were knocked down by the ice along the trail. However, I saw no damage due to fallen branches on private property ... this time.

In retrospect, this scene foreshadows my own adventure in falling through the ice a month later.

Ya think???

By the time I had walked all the trails the Sun was making an effort to come up. The ice began to melt. I caught this drop just as it was getting read (...)

The Sun did finally break through and undid all the work of the Windago. Thus ends the year 2009. I do hope you enjoyed this year's images enough that (...)

It was so cold the snow sparkled. It was so quiet you could hear a Chickadee fart at a hundred paces. This is the Kingdom of the Frost Giants.

Hi, I'm back. It's January, 2010. It's farking cold with a wind chill hovering around -26 C. Of course, I go out with the camera for a short walkies a (...)

This is the last image taken before I went through the ice. My boots filled with ice water and Loon shit. It was a long cold walk back. I looked like (...)

It was so cold that twigs grew ice feathers.

A beaver had lunch here and a passing Frost Giant thought a snow hat would look cool.