Our spirits soar to the summit on this day in spring.
We quicken our pace along the creek’s rushing water.
We bid winter farewell, already entranced by spring’s arrival.
We see the trees’ first green haze heralding spring’s return.
Take a peek at my art in the Central Ohio Symphony’s office window for “First Friday March for Art.”
December 1960: Syracuse, New York St. Petersburg, Florida, before interstates and Map Quest.
In the midst of winter, we dream of melted ice flowing into rambling rivers.
An abandoned church in a nearby Ohio village sings hymns while waiting demolishment.
Snow on a sunny day warms us with vivid colors.
We walk the walk of mid-winter.