Winter will never be one of my favorite seasons.
It’s too brutal, too harsh, too absolute.
Still, no matter how much I balk and complain, one truth can’t be denied.
It can have a spectacular beauty, all its own.
My old willow became this vision, greeting me one frosty morning last week with the most delicate coating of ice imaginable.
Being a writer can seem awfully inadequate sometimes, so I won’t even attempt a description.
It took my breath away.
Beautiful.
That is totally spectacular. Could be in Narnia. Winter does have to have some compensations or everyone would move to a Pacific Island.
As you say, breathtaking for sure.
Sasha, I don’t always photograph people well (yours are always awesome)–but I do love striking scenery.
Winter does have to have some compensations or everyone would move to a Pacific Island.
Where do I sign up?
It was lovely, Suzanne.
One of the very few times we’ve seen a blue sky in months, Bernard, lol.
I wanted to share.
Exquisite!
It was actually worth the cold, Bernita.
Beautiful picture, Raine.
That’s something I can add to a book one day. BUt you’re right, don’t know if I could describe it in a decent way.
Lucky shot, Tyhitia, I’d never seen it quite like that before.
Glad if it inspires you!