It is supposed to be spring here in New England, but it isn’t really. It snowed yesterday a bit though it quickly melted. The wind howled last night, but it has calmed down today, leaving us with a new burst of unseasonably cold weather. This is global weirding, though some claim it is proof that there is no global warming. The earth looks flat from where I sit but it isn’t. When they started the Iditarod in Alaska, they had to import snow to Anchorage. But it remains cold here. Nevertheless, we went out on two occasions in an effort to look at the landscape in a different light. We were cold, but not disappointed. Some photo thoughts from late winter at the Quabbin. First at Goodnough Dike.


It proved to be too early to be able to look at the story underneath the snow at Dana Common.
But the light was working with the trees, juxtaposing old and new.
These old trees have seen a lot. They seem to be saying that they aren’t finished just yet.

Though some seem to be close.
And some, such as these red pines (below) at the Spillway, are gone, but the late winter light tells something of what remains of their story.
So it is late winter.

But soon….
