I am amazed at the birds who winter here. That their tiny, hearts and hollow bones can withstand the unrelenting cold. Life itself seems impossible in this season. Can such barren branches again bear leaves, even fruit? Will we wake one day to find the whole world turned green again overnight?
The life force is there sleeping beneath the snow, nurtured under fur and feathers, incubating in the depths of the seeds. I take heart in knowing that nature always finds a way. And so do we.
26/365: birdbath in the garden, january
avant garden 365 
Beautifully composed and wonderfully processed! This is a gorgeous image!
Marilyn, thank you! A birds-eye view of the bird bath…
This is a nice picture of winter slumber, even the bird bath. Your words almost made me cry, they were so touching, in that you captured the essence of life.
Thank you. I kept feeling both sadness and hope when I studied this picture. Yes, like life.