Who ever said that the winter was dreary?
Where I live the winter really does linger on into the time that rightly belongs to the spring. The gray days seem to stretch on without end.
Today I went for a walk in the woods, and while it was sunny before I set out, once I got to the park the sun had hidden itself away again.
Yet, just the same I will venture to say that amid the white, the grays, the browns, and the earthy tones of half frozen, mushy mud, I saw many pops of gorgeous color.
Some of us may have heard of the many shades of green found in Ireland. Well, a winter woodland must have just as many shades of brown and gray: reddish, orange-ish, tan, coal-like hues, and more.
If we look with a discerning eye we’ll discover much more than just plain old brown. I hope the pictures you find here allow you to experience the humble glory of a winter deciduous forest on an ordinary gray day in March.