Enjoying my hike at dawn, I was snapping photos of new growth in plants, blossoms and trees when I came upon winter’s gift to spring. I was attracted to the translucent green of illuminated leaves on the inner branches of an old oak tree. I pushed my camera lens between the branches and peered in to find winter’s gift of a sprig of lovely bronze leaves – still here, still filled with infinite energy and still giving of their beauty and grace. I find a certain kinship with these fellow old timers. I aspire to have some of my creations bring joy after my season is over .