When I looked out my window, I despaired at the lack of color in the scene. I looked away from the gray skies and looked at the ground. This is when I noticed the textures in an old Autumn leaf and the leaves of the grasses. I realized that even though winter does not have a multitude of colors, it has beauties of its own. One of the beauties of winter is various textures that I might overlook in the other times of year.
