Serving as a water highway for native Americans in years gone by, it’s frozen waters continue to provide passage way for a variety of animals as evidenced by a single track on foot prints just off the left bank.
The lowlands of the Mead Wildlife Refuge are often shrouded in an early morning ground fog such as in today’s image. The fog was not thick enough to obscure close at hand landscape features but was just enough to scatter the early morning light into a beautiful reddish glow. I could include the rising sun in the image as it’s intensity was reduced by both the fog and distant tree branches. The conditions allowing this image do not often happen and do not last but a few moments.
Ever notice how a cold morning in the fall seems so much colder than the same temperature during the spring? Part of the reason is that there is much more moisture in the air during early fall. If you are lucky enough to be outside during the beginning of a new fall day when the temperature has dropped below freezing for the first time during the season, you will notice frost covering the landscape. The first breaths of the morning seems to coat everything in front of you.
The above image shows a good example of crepuscular rays. The name comes from their typical appearance during crepuscular hours (those around dawn and dusk), when the contrasts between light and dark are the most obvious. Crepuscular comes from the Latin word “crepuscular” meaning twilight.
Steam from a nearby paper mill in Whiting, Wisconsin coated the surrounding trees with delicate hoar frost while filling the atmosphere with ice crystal that transformed the early morning light into a wonderful array of colors.
First snows of winter are often wet clinging to the countryside at least for a short time. Smaller shrubs, with a heavy burden of fallen snow, bow down under the weight of the winter season now upon them. Trees show evidence of the previous storm’s direction. While moss may grow heaviest on the North side of trees, snow cakes the West side of these trees. Trees of by gone days lay in the creek, reminiscent of river log runs that were the back bone of Wisconsin’s economy so many years back.