It is rainy and snow just about gone. The world is brown and grey. Yet the subtleties of color in this bark stand out.
It doesn’t snow very often here and the water does not freeze over. I felt lucky to capture this pond. Luckily the bull has been taken away for the winter.
There is an ancient legend that trees are secret keepers. I wonder how many secrets this one has.
I do not ever get tired of the sunrise. It gives me hope and strength.
The mountains really are this color sometimes. When we first moved to Tennessee I used to call it the impossible colors.
Late afternoon on the hill the light is this color only a moment
I finally went to the top of “our” (elbow and I) hill today. I miss her but will love another doggie when she comes to me.