winter's not done with us yet. pockets of snow and ice are scattered fractally across the lawns and fields, gap-toothed ice sculptures whittled in shades of grey still line the roads and there's nothing in this neighbourhood taking the risk of poking its fragile head out of the still-hardened ground.
but there's a whisper of warmth feeling its way into the air.
here's an image i took a month or so ago. it captures an essence of winter for me.
the birds are looking north to see if there's any more white stuff headed this way.
kind of hard to tell . . .
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