Winter's End

It has been a particularly long Winter this year in Northeastern Pennsylvania. I LIKE Winter! A lot! I like the cold, I like the snow, I like the crisp air. But even for me, weeks of sub freezing temperatures, no sun, and nights in the single digits, and negatives... well, I'm happy to see the calendar draw us closer to the warmer months.

Spring's around the corner, right?  This past Friday, on the first official day of Spring, it snowed.

There's a field not far from my house, I pass it every now and then when we visit my in-law's farm.  On Friday night I pulled over on the side of the road, in the slushy mess that was Winter's (hopeful) last hurrah. Even though it is on the side of a very busy road, aside from a few cars that passed as I was getting out of my car, the road was quiet and still and not another car passed the whole time I was there... or I just didn't notice them. I set up the tripod and took a few shots of the field and tree line and hopped back in my car and drove home. I felt a little like the voice in Robert Frost's poem...

"Whose woods these are, I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
he will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He give his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."

                                                   --Robert Frost

I made one image from that stop on the roadside, on the edge of Winter and Spring. I hope you like it! 

Thanks for checking in!

Darren