The day after Pancake Tuesday

I love the cycle of the seasons.
I love yearly events.
It gives me a sense of security.

Except that Ash Wednesday seems to be coming back faster every year...
A sign that as the stations go whizzing by, the end of the line is not as distant as my 30 year old self would have thought...

Time to convert and tackle the fear of oblivion?

Nah, not yet...

Please see this year's other participants. I didn't take many shots, but I like them all. In a love-thy-neighbour agnostic sort of way.