Still Winter
February 8, 2013
“February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.”
— Shirley Jackson, Raising Demons
Foggy, gray morning at Green Lake
Lamplight — beacons in the gray
Gray pierced by a car headlight
Jogging in the fog
Twin echoes, tree silhouettes
The color of our Seattle winters is gray, gray, and more gray. I long for sunshine.
Seattle winters teach endurance. Not a bad lesson. The challenge is to keep from sinking into melancholy and to find moments of brightness to cheer the soul.
Rosemary's Blog 
February 8, 2013 at 7:00 pm
We have have grey days here in Baltimore as well, but I have been enchanted by the change–sometimes just grey, but at other times silver as thin rays of sun try to break through and sometimes opalescent.
February 9, 2013 at 10:15 am
Thank you for reminding me to look more closely at the gray and pay attention to its distinctions.
February 8, 2013 at 8:07 pm
Still, your trees are beautiful. What kind are they? They look rather like willows – certainly they can’t be hung with Spanish Moss!
February 9, 2013 at 10:06 am
The big tree in the last three photos is a Weeping Poplar according to an idenifying tag on the trunk. No Spanish moss, but you definitely can see that kind of effect in the Olympic Rain Forest on our Olympic Peninsula.
February 10, 2013 at 3:47 pm
Wow- the trees through the fog are just otherworldly.