Oftener than not about this time of the year things begin to really drag down on one’s mind. The cloud-filled days stack up, the ice is muddy, there’s not enough time to make it home to work in a daylighted yard and a sense of urgency for spring causes one much anxiety. The want of fresh cut grass lingering in the air, fresh picked strawberries tinting your hands a tad red, incredibly hoppy beer disappearing quickly from the bottle and the sun’s light sticking around a bit longer with each passing day. This year I’m trying to see the incredible parts of these last few weeks of hard winter and I was lucky enough to capture one yesterday morning with the camera. Here’s hoping the birds return soon and the cold finds it’s way back North.