Yesterday was dark and moody. There’s a lot said and shown of the sparkling and bright side of the January weather coin here, but the moody side seems to have been repressed. It’s understandable that some feel that gray winter days here are dull and dreary, perhaps even bleak.


Yet, when we go out into most of those days, we find them to be more provocative than anything else – especially when we come to familiar places such as the one above. That place yesterday spoke to us of a silent eternity and wooden lace that three months ago was soft layers of reds and yellows and greens in which fall warblers teemed. (Brooklin, Maine)