In this place that has four seasons there’s no greater opposite than January and July.
And no better way to illustrate it than to retrace old steps….
….to find that even in the presence of decay new life provides a comforting contrast to a rusting dream.
Underneath all that snow, the green was simply biding its time.
Even the longest night eventually gives way to the sunrise. Sometimes it’s just hard to remember that.
Click here to read the original post about my winter walk in the woods.
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Well done – opposites indeed. Hottest and coldest temperatures. Love the old car and the bloom – great photo. Enjoy your week.
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Thanks for stopping by and reading Clay. Truth be told, I’m much more a fan of winter than summer. I rather like the bare trees and being bundled up in many layers for my walks in the woods. Summer is something I tolerate!
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Beautiful pictures and words that actually make me appreciate the seasons in a different way. I grew up in San Diego and can barely tolerate much more than about a 10 degree shift up or down from 68!!
Thanks Pauses!
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