Winter, brittle and cold, bare limbs wake, under a blanket of snow. I am a child of summer - bones and emotions suffer in winter like leafless fingers. There are times when I feel as if the snow is blowing the ripe summer memories from my soul. Winter is so faultlessly cruel; it bites, it shocks; look what it does to the trees.
Images taken last weekend.
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