Swans migrating. I saw my first, enormous flock today, looking unbelievably white against a deep blue sky.
Mud. (And muddy dogs.)
And, oh yeah, "Joseph": Seven performances over the next two weekends. I am one of Pharaoh's "adoring girls", and will be dressed in something resembling a table-cloth. (At one point, it probably was a table-cloth.)
I'm also involved in an upcoming conference on heritage architecture, and I spent this morning figuring out the route for a photography tour I'm planning. Wandering around some gorgeous old places with the sun beating down was a perfect antidote to the winter blahs. My knees aren't thanking me for it tonight, but it was definitely worth it.
It's still cold, still snowy, but colour and brightness are beginning to break through.