On winters frigid mornings I find myself remembering spring. It could be that I long for the warmer temperatures or the green of the fauna as it pushes its way through the earth. I tend to think that it is the latter. Those wondrous days of wet spring weather welcoming a new viridescent season. Leaves of green sprout from tree buds, new spring flowers unearthing themselves in the warm air, green moss carets the rocks and wet earth…..it is all there for a person to observe. Each spring brings the senses alive as if we were experiencing it for the first time.
Last year was a wet spring. Piles of snow melted quickly with the heavy spring rains that came in March, April, May and June. I made my spring visit to Parfreys Glen. The green plants greeted me as always.
The sunlight rays hit the leaves radiating a brightness the flows the stream as if the sun itself has spilled onto this wood.
A gap in the ravine in Parfreys Glen before it opens to the green hillside.
As I walked through this pass of rock an overhand of rock with water dripping oto a ledge below caught my eye. I ended up taking over 50 pics to catch the water as it dripped from the overhang.
When I look at the photos almost a year later it is as if I am discovering the spring all over again.
Breadcrumbs in the Wisconsin Woods 