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Thursday, March 29, 2018

Week One: Winter’s Last Gasp

Debby

The end of winter, finally… brings sunshine, bright blue skies and hopefully warmer temperatures. The sunshine can be deceiving as temperatures are not as high as one might think at a glance from the window.

Winter lingers yet in temperatures that hover at freezing and in the large, though greatly diminished, piles of snow left by the snowplows over the last few months. They are a dirty reminder of winter that one can only hope will soon melt away.

And yet, as I drove out of town yesterday I was struck with another winter scene. The pristine snow found in the shaded woods off the highway. How pretty it looks compared to the gritty piles of ice and snow I see in town.

The trees form a canopy that shades the ground from the sun, and this snow cover will linger until spring’s warmer temperatures melt it or the rain washes it away.

Until then, it is a pretty picture of a season most of us are happy to see the end of.



Carol

When I chose “winter’s last gasp” as our first subject for pictures, I had the idea that I’d get a picture of one of the local creeks with the ice breaking up. There were several to choose from but I guess I left it too late, because none of them had the ice I was looking for.

So then I started re-thinking the whole ice thing and started wondering what I could do instead. But on the weekend I happened to drive by the harbour and spied a thin layer of ice covering the water. Later I went over to the yacht basin thinking there’d be ice there as a backdrop for the flocks of water fowl that live there, but there wasn’t. Harbour it was then.

I took a LOT of photos, but I chose this one because I thought it best expressed what I was looking for. The empty slips with the thin layer of ice floating on the water, framed by ice free water - it speaks to me of winter trying to hold on, and the inevitability of spring.