A quick- moving ice storm transformed my Mountain Laurel overnight.





Photographs taken with a bridge camera journaling nature and everyday life in Central Massachusetts and beyond.
Category: Winter
A pair of Eastern Bluebirds brightened up my snowy yard on a gray morning. The specially designed bluebird house installed for them has an opening of exactly 1.5 inches in diameter to ensure that larger birds cannot nest there. Although bluebirds often visit, and occasionally start to build a nest, they never stay through the whole season. After territorial skirmishes sparrows win out. Fingers crossed for this spring!
Holden, MA










The nearly 100 year old Mountain Laurel in my yard is still going strong.






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Photographers love the “blue hour”, and I was lucky to capture this phenomenon on Solstice Evening. The blue hour is the period just before or just after the sunset. During this time, the landscape, including frozen ponds like this one, is bathed in deep blue light. In northern climates this phenomena often occurs in the colder months.






Currier & Ives produced popular lithographs depicting idyllic American winter scenes during the 19th century. These prints featured snow-covered New England towns, with skies of icy-blue or gray enhanced with subtle color shifts. Here are my “updated” Currier and Ives style selections from the most recent snowstorm here in Central Massachusetts.

Holden, Massachusetts






The Arctic Blast last evening delivered extraordinary, if fleeting, sunset colors that swirled around my rooftop. After the vivid colors faded, temperatures sunk to 6° F., the coldest of the season. Wind chills felt as low as -5°F. My blog’s title “From My Window” can be taken quite literally in this case.






A January afternoon at Wachusett Meadow Wildlife Sanctuary.




Wild Turkeys



Eastern Towhee









Zen inspired elements enhance my winter garden.







A combination of ice, sleet and snow created a shimmering yard this morning.










Snow won’t deter these hardy creatures from finding a tasty meal.





















The recently painted mural inside the railroad tunnel is in stark contrast to the ice just feet away.












Photos from a winter walk at Mass Audubon Wildlife Sanctuary in Princeton, MA,








Wachusett Mountain Ski Area, Princeton, MA






A winter walk along the winding road to St. Joseph’s Abbey during the Omicron upsurge.































The traditionally white colonial architecture of Hardwick, MA (population 2,667) , punctuated by fieldstone walls, is especially picturesque after a snowfall.





The isolation and quiet dedication of a solitary fisherman in the middle of a frozen lake captured my attention. This turned a frigid February day into a welcomed experience of mindfulness.
-Rutland State Park, Rutland, Massachusetts







This was originally posted in February of 2018.
The Baldwin apple tree in my yard is an old American variety and provides large greenish-red apples every other year.
But that’s only a start. Because it is larger than most apple trees, it is also a center for shade on a hot summer day, a hide for the the birds, an elegant statuesque centerpiece for the yard, and a winter frame to view the yard from a different perspective.




A fast-moving snowstorm passed through last night, leaving a thick coating of snow that sparkled with a variety of bluish tints in the early morning shadows.



Even within the short space of an hour, the Winter light in New England can intensify color dramatically.


Winter has transformed the Wildlife Pond at the Wachusett Meadow Audubon in Princeton, MA. The beaver lodge has a chunky white coating, while other areas of the pond sparkle with ice ranging from rough and jagged to windblown and smooth. The red and gold vegetation at the pond edges lends a delicate frame to this “ice world”.







Winter birds such as the white-crowned sparrows and dark-eyed juncos have been appearing at the Wachusett Meadow Audubon in Princeton, MA. Surprisingly, I spotted an eastern bluebird still hanging around with them. Perhaps he belongs to a group that has wintered here in recent years.






This White-Throated Sparrow watched me warily from a nearby bush on a recent walk. It only visits in Winter, spending the other seasons in more northern woods. I think that its “lore” (the bright yellow spot near its eye) stands out just as much as its white throat. Unfortunately, I did not hear its unusual call: a slow whistle following the cadence “Poor Sam Peabody, Peabody, Peabody”.


Happy Solstice!




First snow of the year: golden tree limbs and deep blue skies beyond, while puffballs decorate the garden pathways. It was a Currier and Ives morning!



