Looking out the window or walking down the street these days here on the East End, the landscape is still cloaked in grey. Grey skies, grey shingles, grey branches. Since I usually shoot in color, it hasn't been easy for me to find images in recent months.
I've been dreaming of April and the colors of spring. Like most, I forget that April is perhaps the greyest of months.
Therefore, on a walk in the Quogue Wildlife Preserve this past Saturday with a friend, I was determined to find some color. One of few sunny days of late, I could at least count on the blue sky. But again, the greyness enveloped me.
"Could you help me look for some color," I asked my friend who can be quite observant.
A few minutes later, he pointed out some red branches poking through.
"Thanks," I sighed moving in close.
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