Crisp cold air

It seems to me that the crispness of cold air translates visually, if that makes any sense. It’s like things, especially on a cold sunny winter day, looks sharp, super clear, so much more vibrant. It’s just not all that comfortable to hang out in…..

Branching out

Just like certain forms of poetry, the simplicity of this micro forest winterscape seemed to be it’s strength. Despite its delicateness, the definite lines of the brach contrasted beautifully with the softness of the snow. A peaceful moment of quiet solitude. It almost seem like the branch was proud to be standing there by itself,…