I can see the first day of spring. It’s written on the calendar just a page away. I’m not sure how the little buds will wake up and crawl out from beneath this blanket of snow.
But, inspired by a short walk on one of those deep freeze days of January after a portrait shoot at Mohonk Mountain House, I have been on the lookout for all the winter textures. Coupled with a few warmer ones from my trip to Florida, perhaps it will show those little buds the way.