Color moves across the mountains
in a dazzling display of transitions
before the stark beauty of winter descends.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Color moves across the mountains
in a dazzling display of transitions
before the stark beauty of winter descends.
There is much beauty in winter… I just tend to view it through glass… I always look forward to winters’ first day – the days start getting longer then. When there is light, that is.
Well done!
beautiful photograph!