There is nothing like the revelation of spring in the north country. Temperatures in the sixties, sunshine warming our skin, and not a cloud in the sky. It feels like the whole world is smiling.
pure, unedited March sky
Despite the fresh beginning that the New Year brings, come January (in the north country), it can feel that the world has been dead for quite a long time. The landscape appears monochromatic, rather bleak. I turn to the seeds – always full of hope – the subtle grays, browns, and shades of white that form the winter palette – and take heart in the knowledge that every winter eventually turns to spring.
1/365: seed heads on snow