Headed out on the lower Assabet River this past Sunday morning to greet Old Man Winter (meteorologically speaking). Figured he'd most likely be swooping in from the northwest...perhaps near the above pictured Willow Island. Speaking of "swooping in" was this nearby sign of others (beavers, otters?) having recently swooped or slid in...
A section of the river sheltered from the westerly breeze...
Later went down the Concord River just a bit to where the Minuteman at the Old North Bridge had his back to both the wind and low-angle sun...
Temperatures on this day reached only the upper 30's F. and marked the first time since last winter where I needed to wear gloves inside of my pogies. Being encased almost entirely in neoprene these days has me fondly recalling the warm days of our past summer where light clothes and sandals sufficed.
Trash on this day included a blue bag that was left behind a tree at the Calf Pasture...
During the spell of cold days that followed winter's arrival I gathered my accumulation (over the years) of mostly "Duckie Race" escapees for a quick group shot...
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