Photographs from a Bloy in Wisconsin
I missed the strong geomagnetic storm that occurred on the night of November 11, but the storm was predicted to continue last night. Determined to give it a try, I ventured out into the country, away from city lights. Luckily I was able to catch some mild aurora borealis.
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In a scene like this, it’s almost as if the sun is beckoning me to follow the tracks into the sunset, and just walk away from everything. Some days, that notion can be particularly appealing.
While I do enjoy the warmer weather of summer, when it’s hot and muggy for extended periods of time (like it has been in Madison), my thoughts turn to winter. I would much rather deal with below zero temperatures than it being in the humid 90’s.
Sadly, these heat dome conditions are only going to keep happening with more frequency, thanks to human-induced climate change. I wonder if, as a society, we’re ever going to wake up and do something about it.
I find it fascinating that in the end, milkweed plants put all of their energy into their seeds, only to have them wait to be released, wait for the wind to hopefully send them to fertile ground, wait through the winter, and wait to finally become a new milkweed plants in the spring.
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The usual November darkness seemed that much more dark, the day after Tuesday’s election. I’m trying hard to focus on positive things, I hope you’re able to do that as well.
When I find a feather while hiking, I always consider it a good omen — A hopeful sign of good things to come. I left this one lie where I found it, because it looked so beautiful there on the forest floor.
Some days, I could spend hours just watching the clouds.
Milkweed seeds: A sign of hope for renewal in this season of endings. Where will the wind carry them?
Even when a flower isn’t the prettiest, the butterfly finds nourishment there. Another lesson from Mother Nature.
It’s hard not to feel a bit sad when the leaves start falling, foreshadowing the loss of beauty and warmth. I know there’s always hope for brighter times to come. But for now, mourning the beauty that’s lost seems fitting.