More reality

 Ten below this morning.

But, the overnight snowfall had to go.

"Me, too."

"Me, too."

Pictures up in the bedroom.

"I thought you had more."

"I put them back in the closet."

Fat brown headed cowbird on the suet. Another on the ground.

My sister quilting one of her scrappy quilts.

Laura, prepping more scraps to be cut into little bits.

Winter found us

I decided to prevail on the architects on the top floor for a picture of the hummer's nest.

Of course, it did not occur to me until it began snowing.

They're nice guys; they'll let me follow the nest until we cannot see it through the leaves.

I used the back left window in their conference room.

These were school rooms in the twenties.

This must be the bits and pieces room.

I could not resist a picture.

I read the elevator sign for the first time.

I hope the rescuers know where the key is hidden.

My office.

It was the sheriff's office, before mine.

 A very large eye bolt was sunk into the concrete block,

to fasten a prisoner by the other handcuff. 

My outstretched reach from the bolt to the door is just inches short,

so I imagine a taller person could reach the cover plate and handle  to try to break out of the locked room.

Having engaged a locksmith recently to change the keypad,

I know that prying off the cover plate would not set you free.

Back on my street, a gang of juvenile starlings waged war under the oak tree.

They cannot use any of these feeders except the suet, but were fighting in the air for the chance to land on a feeder and find thenselves locked out.

I went in for my camera.

And they were gone, except for the usual suspects.

Library day

We went to the library this weekend.

On the way into town we passed this recently renovated little house. 

I like the pea green door.

The library had new carpeting installed last month.

I was anxious to see the results.

The stone mosaic mural was designed by Honore Guilbeau-Cooke, Peninsula's famous depression era artist, and one of the founders of the Library and Historical Society.

Just past the vestibule.

Children's section.

One of the activity rooms, being readied for making valentine crafts.

The teen room.

A shot down a stack. The new carpet under the old stuff is perfect.

Perusing the music CD's. 

We refurbished Laura's old computer with no thought to retaining her music collection. 

Some things remain in flux.

I love these last two pictures of fingers and library cards.

 I stopped at River Light Gallery Friday,

to deliver lime green shirts,

and realized how much it makes me smile.

I see an underlying steam punkiness.

I think Diane, the owner, was trending to industrial, without punk.

It's her gallery, and makes no difference,

as long as there are customers.

The great sandstone wall!

There is so much light it's not easy to take pictures.

But good light makes a good gallery.

I have a new warp going on my loom this weekend.

I probably won't be back before I have more shirts done.

Smaller than a teacup

I saw this in the paper birch tree at the town hall.

It probably is a hummingbird nest. 

My camera extends from 4 to 180 mm.

125mm

49 mm

21 mm

Without extending the lens, the nest seems like some debris caught in the branches.

Hummingbirds generally do not reuse nests, but recycle them.

(Thank you, Google.)

The windows behind are in a room that is locked unless rented for an event,

but I'll try and keep an eye on the nest from the lower level, where I am. Until it disappears into the leaves.