Along the Bridle Path in Kennebunk, Maine, through the marshes beside the lower Mousam River, spring is just beginning to happen on this mild April day. I was chased off the path by that bank of fast-moving clouds as it moved over me and out to sea, all the space of less than an hour. I heard my first wood frogs of the season but did not see them. Days like this when last year’s marsh grass is still lying where it was flattened by the snow, are winter’s last gasp. There is nothing between us now and spring, and winter is well aware. Life is coiled up and ready to pounce. And that is the lovely tension in these landscapes. Sony a6700. Sigma 16-300 Contemporary at 24mm equivalent field of view. Auto with Landscape mode selection. Processed in Photomator.