Spring?

Yeah right! I couldn't even see the mountain until almost ten this morning because it was snowing and blowing so hard. The storm broke, but it has been blustry and wild outside. Katie and I went on a ski out Brush Creek a little earlier. Grey skies and sticky snow threatened to shut us down, but Katie set a good pace from the car and we got our rhythm going pretty quickly.



My iPod was on very quietly. Listening to the music as the wind and shuffling sounds of my skis created their own beats. I was scouring the landscapes for a poignant photo opportunity while my mind was eddying like wind through the valley. Spring seems so close, but the land is still dominated by winter. Fence posts were burried to the top strand of barbed wire. Bare branches, dark against a darker sky, show no signs of easing into bloom. Too cold, not yet. Wind had pushed the snow into drifts in some places and scoured it clean in others. Watching loose snow sail over the white-covered hillsides, creating texture and life to a static backdrop, held me captive.