While winter may not possess the gentle pastels of spring, the bright greens of summer or the glorious burning of autumn….

 

 

It does have it’s own unique color.

 

 

These pictures were taken out my winter windows.

 

 

And to me……

 

 

A Mainer….

 

 

They’re  just as beautiful as any blooming garden.

 

 

Of course I say that from inside the nice warm house….

 

 

Not braving the elements like this little guy.

 

 

Right hand cold…

 

 

Left hand cold…

 

 

To hell with this…

Both hands cold.