Something about the stark bare branches against the sky, the snow clinging and balancing precariously
And then a little later in the morning, when the snow began to melt
and I stood under the tree with icy raindrops dripping onto my head
I don't pretend to be a photographer in any way, really. But I like to look around with my eyes open to taking pictures. It makes me look and see. It makes me notice. It makes me appreciate smaller things to be happy about.