And so it's March. Just like that.

It's been a long winter here in the Tetons: lots of snow and quite cold. Still it seems as though winter has moved quickly, and I'm not anxious for it to end abruptly. (This might come as a surprise to anyone who's known me for a while. Let's just say my attitude toward winter has evolved over the years.)

I find myself looking at the calendar and thinking about all I'd still like to try to accomplish in terms of winter photography. It's the one season during which it can be supremely difficult to achieve objectives simply because logistics are so often a challenge.

Just last week the highway connecting the upper Snake River plain to the Teton Valley was closed for the better part of a few days. Not hours, but days! Other main arteries were also impacted, and of course there were the inevitable issues with the mountain passes. When the gates come down on the roadways, you're not going anywhere.

Assuming you can get to wherever it is you're hoping to work, you've got to park your vehicle somewhere. This is not always as straightforward as it might seem.

As winter progresses and the snow accumulates, parking areas begin to disappear; it's just too difficult to keep them plowed. So while you might successfully navigate a white-knuckle drive to New Hampshire's White Mountains, or into Grand Teton National Park, there's a good chance you'll discover very limited options when it comes to actually putting the car somewhere.

So close, yet so far away.

I'm perpetually frustrated by the limitations. When I'm actually able to get reasonably close to where I wanted to end up, it's a small victory - even before the camera comes out of the bag.

I think I'll have some time before the window of opportunity closes here in Teton Country. Old Man Winter seems happily settled in and in no hurry to go anywhere.

If I'm wrong, that's okay. Spring is my favorite time of year, and thanks to the abundant snowfall, it promises to be very green.

To everything there is a season.