This birdhouse has been the focus of my camera before but not in winter. It has stood in this garden for quite a few years now, but this blue remains so vivid against the snow. It reminds me again that although parts of our lives are constantly whirling about and changing there are amazingly strategic pieces that remain invariable as mathematical functions. Maine blizzards of Januarys and the blistering sun of July pass on, but this strong blue prevails. We wander. We seek. We relish. We retain. But in the end, we each have our anchors that bring us back home.