While I was biking around in the middle of nowhere this spring there fell a heavy downpoar of cold rain. I kept riding, looking for some shelter, possibly large evergreen. Instead, I was lucky enough to find a 1920s farm house with a decently intact roof to squat in for an hour or so.
The first thing I saw was this scene, which I found interesting: the sapling tree limbs and breeze reaching in through the window next to leaf pattern furniture. What a better way to represent Spring -- life will find its way into the deadest of places.