Spring it forward

There’s one thing about photography–it tells it like it is. My search for photos these last few weeks has been touch and go. I’ve got nothin’.  At least nothing worth public display–and yet, here I am. It’s a good indication of life at the moment: it’s wet, it’s gloomy; I’m stuck indoors, I’m a little out of focus. Nothing new, yet I trudge ahead all the same.

The good news?  We’re springing forward on Sunday. The days are getting longer … spring is inching closer … and I’m bound to emerge from hibernation one day soon.

Until then, here’s yet another picture of the branches outside my front door.  I’ve taken to calling it my tree of fortuitousness.  No photo?  No problem! Simply step outside, turn to the left and snap.  Voila!

Speaking of which, I wish you a bit of your own fortuity–sun, where you expected rain; adventure, where you expected tedium; something new, where you expected more of the same.  And to those to whom it applies {you know who you are} …

*It’s always so embarrassing to arrive an hour late.*