Three-Six-Five
Every aspect of my daily scenes are transformed by the blinding light of the snow. Even the dead, forgotten flower heads still loitering around in my garden adorn themselves in snow’s cold embrace.
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January 23rd, 2012 at 9:13 pm
You are a poet… great photographer too…