It’s the first real snow of the season, and though it isn’t much, it still illicits that beautiful quiet only snow can bring.

One Comment

  1. the leaves always speak to me in winter–the ones which refused to let go in Autumn, and refuse even yet. The wind can’t dislodge them, and the only thing that will, will be the new buds of Spring. This is a very special image. thank you

Leave a Reply

*

*