As winter draws to a close all the old seems dirty and dreary and the new hasn't quite appeared. Still, there's beauty to photograph, it just takes more creative thinking.
New awakening is everywhere. As I stood at the top of the road here yesterday I could hear the sound of melting snow trickling down the hill. The winter colors are disappearing and the trees are taking on a different tone.
Comparing some of last years pictures to this years, things were already blooming and the snow cover had long since disappeared. And after the crippling drought that our poor country went through last summer I'm glad the snow is hanging on as long as is is. Diane