Through the Woods

I set out this morning to try and snap a few photos of what's sure to be the last snow fall of the season. I had a specific farm in mind to start with and then to head over to a nearby lake. The plan was to then hit a few more farms from there. Photography, like nature, is unpredictable however. The quickly clearing skies and melting snow put a damped on my plans. Once at the lake I was now battling a bright sun directly above me creating too much contrast and shadows for my liking. Instead I scrapped my plans and spent the next hour or so hiking through the woods near the lake.

The air was clean and crisp. It was so quiet and still I could hear the snow dripping off the trees. I had forgotten how cleansing being alone in nature can be. The past month has been full of stress, worries, and sadness. Being alone in the forest felt freeing. I could breath easier and for an hour my mind was off my worries and focused only on my surroundings. I was taking in the glimmer of the sun off the snow, the contrast of the snow covered trees with their red buds, and even a possible coyote track. I set out today hoping to capture snowy landscapes but instead I found a few wonderful moments of pure peace and quiet.

Despite the snow, spring is in the air.

Green grass peaks up through the snow.

The winding road...

Spring may be here but winter isn't quite ready to let go...

Through the woods I travel. Not a soul did I find (unless you count the birds along the way) It's so rare to be alone these days, even in nature.

Back home for a warming cup of tea and a few chapters in my book before I tackle my endless list of chores.