This is February’s last day and she’s offering us sunny gleams from the snow that she flurried last night. She’s going out like a flying swan while we wonder if March will roar in like the proverbial lion.
After a purifying snowstorm such as last night’s, it’s fun to enter a narrow deer path and follow the split-hoof tracks in the new powder. However, if you stop and turn around, you’re reminded of how crude the evidence of humankind can be in nature’s special places.
(Image taken in Brooklin, Maine, on February 27, 2022.)