Vividly yellow flowers at Fred Meyers -- stored-up sunshine for a gray day.
Morning moose -- the yearling. Mom was partly behind a telephone pole (I know, tough place for a full-grown moose to be hiding).
Gate at 15th and I Street.
Morning mountains from the 12th floor of the Atwood Building (used to be the Hunt Building, put up in the mid-1970s Pipeline boom by the billionaire Hunt Brothers of Texas). This was as bright as the sky got for the day.
Clouded-over mountains. Later in the afternoon we had a tiny bit of snow mixed with rain.
Ducks by the dozens at Cuddy Park.
Temperature in the high 30s, so puddles for them to play in.
Nothing much for a duck to do. Stand in the street and wait for someone with food.
Fly around for a bit and land down on the pond.
Waddle onto the ice, up the bare hill to the street.
Repeat. Stand around . . .
Not many other people at the park. This gentleman was flying his remote control plane.
The day stayed gray. The bright spots were flowers at Fred Meyers --shamrocks -- St. Patrick's Day is coming soon.
Purple hyacinths -- we need scratch-and-sniff blogs.