It's cold today. The wind is blowing from the north, and the green still-on-the-trees leaves I marveled at just a week or so ago have all browned, shriveled and dropped. It won't be long now.
I was upstairs a few minutes ago, looking out the window, watching the sun play off the bare branches. It's mostly just shades of black and white out there now. I like the stark colours of winter; spring is energizing, fall is relaxing, summer's just obnoxious. Winter is honest. Bare bones, no artifice. What you see is exactly what you get, at least above the snow. I like that. Bring it on, I'm ready.
This picture is a tiny little nod to the great art shots Deb Richardson shares every day. Thanks, Deb.