Sunday, February 23, 2014


This time of year my eye is drawn to the landscape for how it interrupts snow's whiteness.

Soon spring's rain will arrive and with it, all of the small twigs and leaves from a previous season. But I want to enjoy the snow for as long as it's here; it still has something to show me. 

 Edna O'Brien says that "in a way, winter is the real spring, the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature." This sounds about right to me. 

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