No time for art shots lately, but the light has been magnificent. Remembering all about light and shadows, which really do exist. There is more to this world than flat grayness. It’s the contrast that gives us a sense of depth and space.
Feeling parched and windburned by three days of snowmobiling. Progress is being made on our inventory of snowmobile routes, signs are being put up, public contacts made. I get to observe the snowpack change from frozen and icy in the morning to soft and slushy by afternoon. See where hoarfrost has formed during the cold nights, and glitters like sequins. Watch ravens watch us.
Today, while loading snowmobiles to head for home, I heard a varied thrush in the woods. Spring is coming a little more every day.