Winter made one last hurrah in Iowa and blessed (?) with another light snowfall. OK, maybe not so light, but it was a warm day and much of it melted right away. A couple of blocks from my house is a lot with a bunch of old palettes and split wood, and I find there are always interesting lines and contrasts there when it snows, so I popped by for a few minutes to see what I could catch. In this case, I prefer to think of this pallet as defiantly making a gesture to Mother Nature, letting her know exactly what is thought of March coming in like a lion.