The landscape in Pennsylvania, for the most part, still frowns with the weight of winter.
The hunt! I put on my winter coat, and my old camera dangles from the strap around my wrist.
We journey to the side of the house, the hidden territory in front of the gate. With frozen fingers and faces, we hunt.
We hunt, and we find.
Lilies burst forth; daffodils announce victory over winter.
Journal: What gives me hope today?