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March 9, 2015

FIRST DAYS OF SPRING, A GALLERY

... few notice the exact beginning of climatic spring ... tired from the long winter, acclimatized, so to speak, to the cold and ice and paucity of sunlight, most people require a few days proof before they're willing to loosen their collars a tiny bit and leave the comfort of home with gloves and scarfs left behind ...

... yesterday, as i returned from my wanderabout, i noticed great high clouds billowing to the north ... had the temperature been closer to the average for this time of year, those would've been the first thunderstorms of the season ...

... on a little drive to mount vernon, the shadows told me that the afternoon light had returned ...

... at castle island, this winter's ice is melting away for good ...

... playing around downtown, later in photoshop i found i'd captured a selfie ...


So with an equal splendor,
The morning sun-rays fall,
With a touch impartially tender,
On the blossoms blooming for all:
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment-day;
Broidered with gold, the Blue,
Mellowed with gold, the Gray.
FRANCIS MILES FINCH

... as sure a sign of spring as any other ...

... last week there was only snow ...

... a bit of a mystery, it took me several minutes to figure it ...

... i wanted to pick the lock, climb, and escape ...

... the old boys/girls club, now derelict, a place for those who have nowhere to go ...

... in maine, we get used to winter ...

... my dear friend claims the steeple is tilted slightly, while i, of course, believe it to be straight ... this, i think, is a really good thing to disagree about ...

... things lost reappearing, another sign of spring ... [those who have dogs—well, you know all about this] ...

... if you take the time to look, a bit of romance ...

... inside, a clock, outside the sun to mark time ...

... farewell to the ken-a-set thrift store, i will miss my friends ...

... outside for a smoke break, i see, but of what he reads i know not ...

... old—most likely older than me—whispering to me, "spring ... surprised ... when will you learn patience, my hurried friend" ...