8 February

 After days of what were for these parts, heavy snowfall, a visit to the Forest and Wetlands.  Snow works its changes here, affecting the light, muting sound, altering the environment and distance.

A set of tiny pawprints mark the travels of what was likely a red squirrel.  

Fungi, until recently evident and abundant, now rest under the snow cover.  This crested coral is a rare survivor.

Slime molds, however, seem able to persist despite the cold.  

A patch of dog vomit slime mold has managed to withstand the weather.

Fruiting bodies of what are likely trichia decipiens slime mold abound.

The by now almost mythical "muppet log" has a cap of snow on its moss.

Waterfowl no longer inhabit the Marsh, although three Pacific wrens hopped about in the fringes.  

One, particularly evasive, dodged in and out from under the dock.

I nearly managed a photo...

The Marsh and surrounding forest was splendid in snow.

 Mount Arrowsmith emerged from its cloud cover as we watched.

As we left the dock, the cloud cover began to disperse.

It always seems odd, to me, to use a supernatural term for natural beauty, but--the effects of intermittent sunlight in forest remain -- magical.