I couldn’t decide which image I wanted to put up… I shot both of these on the same morning several years ago on the “first frost” of the year. Simplistic images, nothing fancy but in a weird way I think they symbolize me. I go into winter kicking and screaming, trying to hang on to the last days of summer or even autumn, the last days of color. Winter is so bland and cold, everything dies. Everything is gray. Snow can produce beautiful photos but aside from that it has no appeal to me and here in the south we only get a day or two of it each year anyway. I realize “cold” is relative to your surroundings… 45 degrees to me is miserable where someone in North Dakota is probably having a backyard bar-b-que & playing Jimmy Buffett on the stereo.
I suppose the good news is our local rodent (ground hog) predicted an early spring, I’m so desperate for warm beautiful days (that would be 80 degrees and above 😉 ) that I buy into the hype and keep watching for those first flowering buds on our trees.