There is a special quality to the light this time of year that gives off a glow that belies the cold temperatures of the air. It fades quickly, so must be enjoyed the moment you see it.
Four fresh inches of snow fell late Thursday afternoon and remained on the ground and trees as the sun came up. Joe and I got out early to enjoy the morning sun and crisp snow. The birds have begun their spring songs, and the air was filled with music. By noon the snow was gone from ground and branches, the morning wonderland remaining only in memory and the images I captured. It made for a delightful way to start the day, energizing me to tackle all the chores that waited at home.
Reflecting at a time of reflections.