On both February 25th and 26th, 2013, I went out walking to photograph the world at dawn. The differences between the two mornings were many, beginning with 45 degrees in temperature and 1,800 miles in distance.
Here are some photos in contrast between central Maine and Key Largo, Florida, along with my musings of the moment.
A lot of people make the journey from winter's grip to southern climes regularly, but I haven't experienced it often enough to do it without a little sense of wonder.
I love winter. I love that fresh cold bite on my cheeks and the energizing impetus to stride briskly in order to generate warmth. the dogs manifest a similar exuberance to mine, though my middle-aged body can't perform with quite the same acrobatic energy as theirs.
Still, the prospect of taking a break from freezing temperatures and a lukewarm sun is tantalizing. W're off to spend three nights with my parents in Key Largo - the farthest south I've ever been in Florida.
This lovely snow will still be here when I get back...
Twenty-four hours later, here I am walking in shorts and a tank top at 7am. My winter-dried skin is basking in the replenishing moisture of humidity. I've see a pelican, an egret, and a couple of perky little redheaded woodpeckers - and of course a lot of flowers and palm trees.
There is no doubt that this weather elicits greater relaxation, less guarded self-protection from the elements, greater receptivity to the bathing breezes. It is lovely to reintroduce my skin to the open air.
Either way, it's a beautiful world.