I went outside today. Took my camera but forgot to charge the battery. I got some pics of the mostly naked trees, and birds, and planes, before the battery went completely dead.
These are kind of bleak. The end of winter is always bleak and grey… but beautiful.
I like these pictures. They show the space between the seasons. Between winter and spring. Between death and rebirth. This is another reason I moved back to New York… seasons. The seasons don’t change in Los Angeles. And the days between Winter & Spring (and the ones between Summer & Autumn) are the most beautiful days of the year here now that Summer and Winter have equally brutal and extreme temperatures.
But enough talk. Here they are…
This is a picture of the moment when the panic is overwhelming. When I want to go back inside. I wanted to take a picture of my fear. But I guess you guys can’t see it.
I can see it.
I’m out of juice.
Until next time.