The snow started in the evening and this morning dawned white again.
The waning full moon of the other night was briefly visible.
The resiliant prickly pear cactus.
I've always know of pyracanthas; we had one in our yard growing up, but this picture made me realize the origin of the word; pyra meaning fire. And we had been told as children that the berries were poisonous. Upon looking now I read that the "berries are not considered poisonous unless large amounts are eaten". Maybe our mother was just covering her bases with her warning.
The everyday scenes are enhanced with the rare white.
JM
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