During the week, I posted some photos of cherry blossoms — the blooming of Spring. Spring is a magical time and the stark difference between the cold, barren, almost lifeless grip of Winter is no more apparent than when seeds and bulbs awaken and push through freshly thawed earth. As I was contemplating which photo to post this week, it struck me; what better contrast to photos posted earlier than the one you see above. This lone, small, tree, bravely standing in the white expanse would soon cease its slumber to grow and display fresh leaves. Taken after a fresh snow alongside a highway in Montana one January. We were the only vehicle on the road, which had not been plowed and our tire tracks were the first of the day and the only evidence of vehicular presence. The temperature for the few day we (Pam and I) were there, hovered around twenty below zero. We had gone to a location around Earthquake Lake to view Bighorn Sheep, which we found in abundance. On the return, I noticed this lone tree in a meadow. So we stopped, and I took some photographs. The peaceful quiet was only broken by lone Raven circling the area in search of breakfast and squawking at my intrusion. So, with the exit of Winter and Spring exploding in its colorful glory, take a moment an consider the wonder and magic of this new birth.