As a solitary artisan and card-carrying introvert, submitting to the journey into self-isolation for Covid19 has been bearable. Communing with sawdust, listening for a subtle shift in the harmonics of a spinning bearing or stroking a finely polished piece of Walnut makes the intervals between human contact more bearable. Safely wandering in people free parks pointing my camera at my avian friends or finding an ice formation that begs photographic exploration easily eats up a solitary afternoon. I am filled with gratitude for the incredible luck that has put me among the very fortunate ones who have resources to withstand this pandemic.

Twigs lean over the river and dip their toes in the water to gather enough ice to give them an ice shoe.

An inquisitive crow landed close to me and started up a conversation. Google translate really failed me on this one.

This is one of those blunt nosed, smiling river logs that are notorious for wearing seasonal Elizabethan collars.

Their much smaller cousin, the river stick, also dabble in this unusual custom of donning these icy collars.