Having spent so much time looking at salt blooms through the camera this winter, I can't help but notice them now when I'm walking around. They're abundant in the concrete of parking garages and public stairwells. They're dirty, of course, and blurry, and I wouldn't be tempted to get down and look at them up close. But there it is, that microscopically perfect crystal structure, underfoot. The way the stars are still there, above and beyond, oblivious to any smog or city lights that might obscure them from view. As above, so below.
It's technically the first day of spring, and even though we had snow today, it won't be long until we can clean all this winter mess up. Wash down the entryway, put away the boot tray, clean and polish the salt spots off the shoes. It is going to feel good. That stuff gets everywhere.