Now the path of the new year leads us into February, another month that has its whole being in the season of winter. But unlike our lives, winter is a story whose ending we already know. Each gray day of February is bearable because we know it carries us closer to the advent of spring.

Edgartown’s Whaling Church, looking grand in the afternoon sun. – Timothy Johnson
Crow takes a lunch break at the Lagoon Pond boat landing. – Timothy Johnson
On a flat calm Lagoon on a bright sunny day. – Timothy Johnson
Not much wake, more like off-season napping, at Tashmoo. – Timothy Johnson
Turning around from the sunset at Chilmark Pond. – Timothy Johnson
Never ending waves at an overcast, rough Squibnocket. – Timothy Johnson
Lobsterville Beach is like a big kids’ sandbox this winter. – Timothy Johnson
Gay Head Cliffs retain their color even on a cloudy, rainy day. – Timothy Johnson
Beautifully colored sun reveals itself like a painting over an empty beach. – Timothy Johnson
Ripple in still water. When there is no pebble tossed. Nor wind to blow. – Timothy Johnson
All the colors of an artist’s palette over Tisbury Great Pond. – Timothy Johnson
Self portrait by the photographer at East Chop Light. – Timothy Johnson

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