In China Poot Bay, March was in with a chill and out with a drip. Although the ice still clings to the cliffs, everyday it melts from underneath. I stared at the water flowing under this ice sheet for quite a while; tadpoles swimming in a pond.
Each day the sun shines, more of the forest opens up for exploration. I'm filled with anticipation for the berries and flowers soon to come. Sometimes it's difficult to remember to appreciate the beauty of the ice we have left.
On north facing cliffs, icicles and chert flow in the same direction. Occasionally, frost still makes the morning sparkle. If it weren't for the lingering snow, I wouldn't be able to track the paths of the squirrels through the trees. Spring will come, but for a patient observer this fleeting world of transition is well worth watching.
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