The woods yesterday morning were refreshingly chilly and pure, full of shafts of light briefly transforming unremarkable areas into dramatic stages awaiting action. But, it was noisy. Walking on frosty fallen leaves is like walking on potato chips. It was impossible to be stealthy and get close to our woodland neighbors.
However, on my return, I did get fairly close to a snowy owl. Not one of those that are irrupting here on streaming Canadian winds, though. This was a one-of-a-kind from the strong hands of Cabot Lyford (1925-2016), the acclaimed granite sculptor who adopted Maine as his home.
(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on November 28, 2021.)