Spring and the City

An exceedingly brief, one-day stop in Washington, DC still left me some free time to not only visit the Smithsonian's Natural History museum, but also stroll through some of the most obvious monuments. Despite the surprising Chicago-style winds, I still managed to snap some mobile shots of the springtime surroundings, while trying not to be blown away!

Between Winter and Spring

It's that time of the year when the world (that is, one's immediate surroundings in the Rocky Mountains) exists between winter and spring. The town melts and freezes as sunsets leave traces of yellow in the puddles beneath one's feet. The winding path ahead glistens with slush creating fairytale-like patterns, as it disappears into the reflections of the trees and clouds alike. Neighborhood deer march in droves to munch on last year's plant life suddenly revealed by warmer temperatures. The mountains, on the other hand, are still occupied by Old Man Winter, who keeps threatening to descend onto the town and paint everything white all over again.