March, the bringer of spring, arrived yesterday and made it clear that she was not yet in shape to present spring to us. She still had the winter chills and suffered an insignificant bout of snow in the morning. Fortunately, she sunned up and, by afternoon, she was able to deliver a golden hour worthy of a new month.
Fortunately, I was walking along Hope Lane then, where I could watch the shadows of afternoon growing long and catch a peek of the seemingly falling sun.
(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on March 1, 2026.)