In honor of the spring equinox, I've pulled together some of my favorite photos from this "winter". I feel guilty calling what I've experienced "winter", seeing as how there was snow falling in parts of the country yesterday. However, Atlanta did have two major (ha!) snow events, I experienced my first snow days and slipped on the ice and busted my ass, so I feel as though I have earned my whining-rights. Still, I feel like a fool complaining about the length of this winter, which I've spent in Atlanta, Charleston, and Winter Park, Florida, making escapes to the lake and the coast whenever possible.
You can't tell, but I was wearing pants and a sweater while taking all of these photos. Considering my upbringing as a perpetually bathing suit-clad, sand-and-sun-worshipping Floridian, that's a pretty big deal for me.
I'll admit: even though it can suck, winter is pretty and inspiring no matter where you are in the world. Here's some evidence.
January sunset in Charleston.
“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.”
Green finding January sun in Charleston.
“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
‘Winter is dead.’ ”
Early January in Isle of Palms.
I'm guessing this is about as private as it gets.
Spending weekends up in the trees by Lake Lanier.
Lake Lanier at dusk.
Flowers blooming in early March.
Ice holding on in late February, after Atlanta's infamous Snowpocalypse v1.0.
Leaving work, before the first Atlanta Snowpocalypse. It took me three hours to travel 4 miles.
Hiking by the Chattahoochee in January.
Christmas Day in my family's backyard in Winter Park, Florida.
