Blackbirds

She wears a flock of blackbirds in her hair . . .

Reflection

Our recent rains have created little pools here and there.  This one is in a pasture and gives us the reflection of a small tree on a levee.

Out the window

My photo buddy Hans sometimes posts pictures he takes from his kitchen window, noting how much variety one can find right at home.  Yesterday he and Bob visited my husband Dick who is recuperating from heart surgery 3 weeks ago - doing very well, thank you.  Sitting at the dining table, Hans says 'Get your camera - look at this wonderful tree right outside your window'.  And so you see it here, framed just as we saw it out the window!  Thanks, Hans.

Tree

Fog makes a wonderful background for a winter tree.

Tree

I love trees in the fog, and a couple of flittery flyers flew into the picture!

Bird on a tree

Oh, to fly like a bird and sit in the very top of the tallest tree!

Tree

We saw this tree in Crockett last week.  Does anyone know what it is?  The little blue berries look edible but I wasn't about to try one to find out!

Tree

We've seen several attractions at Palermo Woods in Buenos Aires and here's one more - this gnarled tree (variety unknown). Are there some little faces on it? Or even maybe some little people?

Reflection and tree

By the grove in yesterday's photo, I noticed a reflection of a tree in a puddle, a nice whole tree-top. Then I saw the tree, very tall and slender.

Closer to the light

After I walked a little farther on Bear Valley Trail, I couldn't resist another shot. You can orient yourself by the tree that leans across the trail; it's in yesterday's photo as well. And still farther on I took another photo but I'm not going to send it to you; you would say, isn't she ever going to get out of the woods?!

Three crows

Here's a very fresh photo - from this morning. These three crows are sitting on the top of a tree that looks much too spindly to hold them! I wish I could send you a sound track of their cawing.

Crows

Yesterday morning on Corte Madera Creek there was a big, raucous bunch (a murder) of crows flying around in a swirl. Then some of them settled into this tree across the creek and quieted down. The sun wasn't up yet at a little after 7am.

Maybe a flock of crows is called a murder because they can be such pests that that is what people would like to do to them?

Is it a tree?

No, it's not a tree; it's a telephone pole with a deciduous vine growing on it. I'll have to check in the summer to see what kind of vine it is.