one of my friends often hosts a ritual burning away of winter while clearing brush in the woods. The woods are still piled up with snow and more on the way, but when the sun shines you can feel it burning through

waiting for St. George

a basket of sticks

Another bitingly frigid night here, another cold day. I think this one has an echo of the cool greys and warm hopeful reds of yesterday’s collage

it is a praying mantis.
I went back into the colors after the last scan, so here it is again as it looks now

snails in the aquarium