Dead snags always seem to catch my eyes lately – probably because they always harbor signs of life, even on the coldest, snowiest days. (When I got up this morning it was -26ºF. Even after noon, when it finally made it into double digits above zero, walking in the snowy woods for half an hour was enough to make my face and feet very cold.)
Pileated Woodpeckers continue to rip apart the dead wood in search of food.
Lichens and fungus add contrasting texture.
Now I’m back inside drinking hot chocolate by the fire. Man, -26ºF. This has been a cold couple days.