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The vernal equinox |
Heralding the supposed start of spring, the vernal equinox is marked by more heavy snow. The struggle continues as southern storms wheel into the foothills leaving huge drifts and bitter cold in their wakes.
As the wet flakes finally stop falling, the pine forest interior is a perfect place to experience the frosty aftermath. Somehow, these defiant trees manage to survive in the difficult climate that defines this area.
Smothered under oppressive clouds, the forest is more silver than gray with hints of color that flicker in rebellious light. The trees are cloaked in an encrusted web of thick snow that binds to the needles like cement.
Limber trunks and branches bow under the immense pressure of excessive weight but they never break. The dark, frozen woodland always seems to bounce back after the elusive blue skies return.
The storm’s dispersal is certain to compose spectacular scenery as the mountain peaks start to jut out of a veil of smoky mist. The warmer air escapes and clear, cold air floods in refreshing the landscape.
The quick-hitting, fast-melting storms that occur this time of year are a precursor to the notorious mud season. The sure signs of transformation are everywhere, confirming that the predictable cycle of nature is right on schedule but it still feels like winter to me.
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Heralding the start of spring |
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The vernal equinox |
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More heavy snow |
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Defiant trees |
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Under oppressive clouds |
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A frosty aftermath |
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Hints of color |
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An encrusted web |
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Bowing under pressure |
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A frozen woodland |
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Cloaked in snow |
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Still feels like winter |
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