…If you stop and look for it. Today I found myself near a local Reservoir called Rocky Gorge and stopped to take some pictures. I didn’t have my tripod, but I got a few nice shots anyway. I have always been in the habit of trying to be present wherever I am, and winter in Maryland is no exception. It is usually wet and a bit dreary, but there exists color and texture and layers of subtle beauty under the gray clouds. There are no big skies, or mountains or craggy vistas, but I love the trees and the endless variety of the landscape here. I love that you can’t stop things from growing here-even in winter. The life of the land refuses to be quenched–no matter how dreary things get, you can usually find something green, or one of a million other colors. Here is winter as I’ve seen it for most of the last 38 years.
My Red Door Days 