WORDS & IMAGES: ALISON ZNAMIEROWSKI
I decided a long time ago that I hated New England winters. Save for the rare sunny days, they were grey, they were bleak, they were drab, and I hated every wretched moment.
This weekend, though, something changed—I began to notice the subtle beauty of winter. It greeted me from the cracks in the sidewalk and it burst out from expanses of dead leaves. It bloomed from fallen branches and thrived in unlikely circumstance. These micro•beauties usually get lost in the loudness of bright colors and the expansiveness of macro•landscapes. Let us seek out and be witness to these stunning expressions of life.