A different day

Woke up this morning and thought it was raining but it was the drip dripping of the snow melt, I was aware of some sadness that yesterdays beauty was going to grey. Perhaps it’s a safe place to put a little sadness? Managed some unexceptional bird pictures the most interesting of was a field fare - first time I’ve seen them in the garden. Last year I started my new year with the intention of doing a piece of art a day for 100 days. Photography followed art, my first picture was an acorn. After yesterday today felt empty, like these acorn cups, but beyond that there is a whole story around the seasons, what happened to last years bounty, and what new life is seeding that we can’t yet see, perhaps this years art will follow photography?