Such is winter’s simple beauty, that the shadow of a leaf becomes art upon the canvas of snow. Even on the coldest of days the sun illuminates the dark shadows of the soul. Listen to the play of ice and water. Gentle laughter fills the stillness. See the challege here: Shadowed
A fresh coat of snow paints a white polish on the tired gray of late winter
Shadows of life dance on the frozen floor. Listen for the music.
Freeze-dried rattling, brown leaves in the winter wind. Echos of summer past.