Day 72 of 100, Nordjylland, Danmark
We are at the point now where spring is refusing to be denied. The wind, unchecked in the flatness of this region, is still bone chilling when it finds unprotected flesh, but the grey cloud blanket that sealed our first couple of weeks here in March is dissipating. The sun is making an appearance again, and with it, the delicate traces of spring: daffodils, tulips, and birds, their song tentative only a fortnight ago, are now in full throaty joy.
Back in October, I was consumed by the anti-shock of endless grey, wandering around in permanent semi-sleep. This March though, I’ve revelled in the grey, revitalised by the muted light. It’s restful being here, and I’ve learned to use the grey, as suggested by those who live in these regions, for long bouts of reflective work. The drear is extremely photogenic too… it will be hard to make moody photographs of bare trees in the blazing sunshine.