This Is My Idea of December

Girls on the beach. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Flocked

After the ice fog lifts. (©Ted Pease 2010)

Tree Fog

Some crazy runners will go out in any weather. (©Ted Pease 2010)

Foggy Farm

Farm shed hut lurks in ice fog. (©Ted Pease 2010)

Frosty Dog

(©Ted Pease 2010)

Winter Wonderland

Lulu’s wondering why the heck we’re outside. (©Ted Pease 2010)

White Tree, Blue Sky

(©Ted Pease 2010)

Still Life

(©Ted Pease 2010)

Inversion Recedes

The ice fog finally breaks into dazzling winterscape. (©Ted Pease 2010)

Frost Road

Frost-covered limbs after the ice fog. (©Ted Pease 2010)

Ice Fog Morning

Morning ice fog melting. (©Ted Pease 2010)

Home for the Holidays

It ain’t much, but it’s damn festive here. Christmas 2009. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Happy to Be Home

Barefoot on Home Beach the day before Christmas. What’s not to like? (©Ted Pease 2009)

Memorable Memorial Morning

Sunrise at the Trinidad Fishermen’s Memorial. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Trinidad Thumb

Swirly Holiday

Christmas lights swirl above the front door of 446 Mill Creek. (©Ted Pease 2009)

4 Degrees of Beautiful

Only 4 degrees on the deck, but what a way to wake up. (©Ted Pease ©2009)

Wellsville Dusting

Mendon Peak and the Wellsville Range take on the first dusting of Winter 2010. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Frostfield

Fields hunker in for winter. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Trekkin'

Sadie making tracks. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Snow Contours

Early snow blurs the farrow contours of a mountain field. (©Ted Pease 2009)
(What a difference three weeks make! See Fallfield.)

November Winter

Autumn turned chilly on Nov. 13. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Three-Quarter Moon

A waning moon rises over Logan, Utah, as traffic blurs along Valley View Highway. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Darkening Days

Fall coming, October 2009. (©Ted Pease, 2009)

Descending Snowline

October snow creeps down the Bear River Range into Cache Valley. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Deck Doctors

Between them, Dr. Mark Damen, professor of classics, and Dr. Ted Pease, professor of journalism, have much too much education. They figured out how to rebuild the deck railing anyway without losing any important body parts.

Burnished Fall Field

Wintry clouds close in on golden fall field. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Golden Morning

Warm sky on a chill November morning. (©Ted Pease 2009)

New Fall Field

Newly seeded field, Petersboro. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Red at Morning . . .

. . . sailors take warning? (©Ted Pease 2009)

Feathery

Feathery salmon clouds at dawn. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Blue & Pink

A rosy November morning over northern Utah. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Autumn Tree

A lonely and leafless scrub awaits winter in northern Utah. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Closing Sky

November skies close down over autumn fields. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Cutler Marsh

Cutler Marsh captures Mendon Peak on a November morning. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Wellsville Reflections

The Wellsville Range mirrored in a polished Cutler Marsh. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Fall Beneath Mendon Peak

Fields are autumn-brown as November opens. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Fallfield

The crops are in and fields plowed on the first day on November. (©Ted Pease 2009)
(Three weeks later, the season changes into Snow Contours.)

November Sky

A pair of stray cows wander the fall fields. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Runnin’ Too Far from the Beach

It ain’t the beach, but a runnin’ fool’s gotta make do. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Fallwalk

Brenda and the hounds on a sunny Sunday hike as November closes in. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Summergone

An abandoned swather squats in tall grass as winter peers over the Wellsvilles. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Poopwalk

Lulu and Sadie on an October morning poopwalk below the Wellsvilles. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Fog in the Valley

A cold morning inversion fills Cache Valley with ice fog. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Lowering Sky

Northern Utah’s high sky lowers as fall approaches. (©Ted Pease, 2009) (And that’s Brenda coming home in Bubba, the ancient Explorer)

Yuvgottabekiddingme

We woke to snow yesterday—Sept. 30, 2009. Sheesh. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Fall Field

The patterns of fall in farmland. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Happy Natal Day

Saturday is Brenda’s birthday. Always a happy day for me. (©Ted Pease, 2007)

Trinidad friends send this:

Ode To Brenda
By Melody Hamilton

There she goes, that gal across the road,
running after her sweetie’s Toad.

Dogs on leashes, jogging shoes flyin’,
she’ll get to the beach while he’s still untyin’.

She’ll wave and send him a gleeful shout.
She’ll still be runnin’ when his boat’s worn out.

Yoga, veggies—she doesn’t eat much cake.
We only have to guess what wishes to make.

Brenda’s Birthday’s here!

Amazing Woman, nothing to hide.
We send lovely dreams of the Surf and the Tide.

and hugs, M, G and C across the lane