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.