It has been cold and rainy, but not cold enough to retain whatever little snow we had been blessed with around Xmas. At first sight, all there seems to be is gray-brown drabness, but a decisive hunger for color and life is easily satisfied, both around the neighborhood and in a nearby forest.
I left the house well-padded: a heavy coat well buttoned up over a scarf, and finger-less mitts to be able to operate the camera. But after some three hours of trekking I came back home with the coat undone and with both scarf and mitts in its pockets. Tired, but exhilarated. If one is not too greedy, the embrace of the humblest beauty is more than enough, in fact, it is endlessly comforting. The camera is optional.
