It feels like winter now.
As always, I’m captivated by bare branches against the gray sky. I can’t stop admiring the stark contrast, the simplicity of clean branches and soft clouds.
It’s amazing to me how each species of tree creates a distinct silhouette against the gray: frilly crabapple, drooping birch, sweeping linden, and these jagged mystery trees whose identity I have yet to learn.
I love the hush under the trees on these gray days, when most people are hiding from the rain and wind.
To me, it’s perfect.