As we sit here in Edmonton on another sub-zero morning, I contemplate my blogs and the photographs I have posted over the last few weeks. Our winters are white. Often blindingly white. During the short days and long nights in our northern hemisphere this brightness is appreciated. As we move to spring the days lengthen, our world thaws and the snow melts to reveal the colors between the seasons. Between the whiteness of winter and the live greens of spring we have the gold and browns of Tween.
One of the distinct joys of the Tween season is seeing the new life emerge from the decay of the previous year. I have been trying to document the new growth as it emerges, and the recent posts here and on my photography blog all resound with gold and brown. Outside the garden I have photographed the Sharp-tailed Grouse in the golden light of dawn. Inside the garden, I have been casually documenting the life as it appears in brown and gold: the Redpoll and the rabbit and the exciting first green shoots as they rise out of the wrack of the previous season. It is fantastic. It is not difficult to see why the minds of our ancient ancestors would bind the wonder of renewal into the myths and legends of religion.
So while other parts of the northern realm are already soaking up the greens of a true spring, I am still relishing an auburn Tween.