They get pelted by sleet and battered by rain, yet they stand. Year after year their hinges obey repeated commands, and they stand. They shelter their occupants, some friends and some foe and they stand. They have earned their place in the landscape as trees and vines cling to their boards so they too might stand. A few tears will fall when someone replaces the perfectly weathered boards with new trees, and new bricks, and new stones to make their mark, to make their stand.
Life along the river valley during January and February can be rather monochromatic. We sit and wait for color to appear which is why I’ve decided to concentrate on the shapes and silhouettes that grace the landscapes. It’s a lesson in critical seeing and it forces me to look at the positive and negative spaces. Not saying that spring won’t be a welcome addition!