January is drab and colorless in this part of the country. I stepped out into my backyard today, camera in hand, and saw no scenery worth photographing. And then I looked higher and found the beauty in my neighbors' trees.
Autumn's oranges refusing to surrender
Graceful limbs stretching through mingled greens and golds
White bark framing a patch of blue
Maybe I'll just walk through life with my eyes raised upwards until spring.