winter can be stark, cold, and sometimes ugly. it’s not a soft season, like Spring, when the world is green & promising new life. it’s not a bold season, like fall, with it’s crimson & molten orange. or even summer, when the world sheds clothing and opts for a vacation by the pool.
no, winter is none of these. it is harsh lines against a cloudy sky. it is a tangle of naked branches. it is crumbling stone in the middle of nowhere.
and somewhere, within all of that, winter is guarding a secret… a beauty within those tangles and perceived dilapidation.
a shout out to Jeff, for braving a cold & dreary day on a wandering and aimless photo excursion.