Frozen Food

Trying to tell a story: fallen berries from a buckthorn tree waiting to feed birds and small mammals over the winter. Lucky they're not buried in snow, which they normally are at this time. The berries I mean, not the wildlife.

I like how the trunks and reflections repeat, creating a pattern, although with variation, and they contrast with the berry "dots". The single reed acts as a counterpoint.

Overcast again and felt cold despite only being 33F. Ordered some heated gloves at last - hope they come soon.