It's just about spring, and here in the frozen north we're starting to see hints that this long and brutal winter might really be drawing to a close. The temperature tonight is a balmy thirty five degrees Fahrenheit, and more importantly, the sun lingers in the sky far longer than a few months ago.
At the same time, it was negative two degrees last night, and the biting wind off the sea is still plenty capable of chilling to the bone anyone foolhardy enough to skimp on outerwear.
One of the things most challenging about winter in New England is the eternally leaden sky. The return of color to the world as snow melts and the blue sky breaks through the monotony of winter's gray can't help but lift the spirits.
We're still a long way off from seeing all of our snow melt, but there was a blue sky today that proved beyond my ability to resist. After running some errands, I stopped by the local pier at low tide to see if I couldn't catch some photos with color in them. I've been badly sick for over a month, only finally starting to feel something approaching normal in the last few days, so it had been an embarrassingly long time since I'd taken my camera out of its bag.
I managed to catch a number of pictures that I'm reasonably happy with, but this one seemed to perfectly capture where in the cycle of the seasons we're at.
In the light and color it's easy to see the promise of summer, but the ice clinging to the pilings serve as a warning to any who would prematurely think that winter is done with us.