It’s always nice to have something you can count on. Although it may not always occur on your schedule or terms nature always makes good on the promise of spring.
Just and an hour or so it seems was all it took for this ephemeral hoar frost to be blown from the branches surrounding a small pond and melted by the morning sun.
A place where all is one. Where the river meets the sea. I love that this whole landscape is temporal even the sand that forms the bank of the river melts into the sea and then reforms with each ripple of water, each wave and each tidal cycle.
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