I am going to stick my neck out and pronounce that we have suffered the last of winter’s grip. I know that soon I will catch a scent of Spring when I take Logan out for his early morning walk. It’s unmistakable – a smell that portends warmth and growth and heralds the onset of another season. Work is fine, a little quiet but still ok. Politics and the economy continue to dominate the headlines. The batchelor changed his mind, ditched his fiancee and sheepishly re-wooed his reject – all on national tv. Today’s pic was taken at sunset at the old bridge over the ICW on Folly Road.