Winter in New England is not a time for exactness though it is sometimes a time for harshness. I take my camera out into the fresh snow and face many challenges – I am not a girl who loves the cold, I am not a girl who loves the glare and there is so little color in my world anymore. I miss the greens – I need to photosynthesize. Still, the hibernating plants hold their own beauty if you know where to look and have a good enough imagination.