The woods beside Lake MendotaIt's Spring's turn now. It's interesting to see how the tough snow gives in to the touch of the Sun's heat. Some of the snow mix up with grime as if to escape a watery death. And then there's the snow which just sits in humongous mountains. Strength in unity. The nastiest ones are the slimy layers of sleet on the sidewalk. In two weeks time I'm going to be loving the familiar feel of concrete against my boots.
On the way to school, I saw this small puddle in the middle of all the whiteness.
Wild cherries thawing
Music Hall clock tower's hundred and twenty seventh winter is over.
3 comments:
comes as warmth after long gruelling months of winter :)
nice photos. good u stop to capture these small things!
great photos you have there!
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