Poor housekeeping … or a love of elderly flowers? These are left over from Valentine’s day, more than a month old.
Looking out the windshield, a type of window, while crossing the Tappan Zee bridge. The opposite hillside is so misty. You can barely see the vertical lines of the bare tree trunks.
The lines in my back yard are stark in the dark night, but show up against the snow.
Feeling very fond of March – the way it comes in. A month that’s tied closely with the weather. Wild and unpredictable like transitions can be.