It was a rough winter and the signs of struggle are everywhere.
As the snow continues to melt it begins to reveal the damage:
months of snow and ice have ravaged the forest leaving branches torn, splintered and bare.
Eventually another layer of beauty will begin to emerge: lush, green, soft and full.
Covering over, filling gaps, softening edges. Transforming.
Until then, my camera will strain to find what is beautiful in the tattered wreckage that is the forest in early spring.
The truth is that my camera is complicit in the lie I am currently telling.
It is a lie of light, composition and texture.
Nature is not always beautiful.
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