Undaunted, Spring Rises

Day 163: I feel as if I have spent the winter months photographing things without spirit: man-made things, things unnatural in the truest sense of the word. There is no heart in a plastic mechanism, no soul in a clockwork device, nothing to animate dead wood or metal. I am hungry for the essence of Nature's being in my environment and weary of seeing constructs of the human hand. I ache to return to the world of gracefully curved lines, putting sharp angles to my back, to see soft colors with hues no paint-pot ever held. Winter has lingered over-long, but today Spring rose undaunted by recent snow at the edge of my sidewalk, and in that moment, the world regained its color and its grace.