Some times I think a lot, and other times I don’t.
It snowed a lot yesterday evening into this morning and afternoon. The last time it snowed this much I was not so much in the habit of looking as I am now. I wasn’t taking as many pictures and I wasn’t putting them anywhere, really.
The blood in the forest is under a new layer of white, the trees glisten but they’re all still there.
It snowed a lot yesterday evening into this morning and afternoon. The last time it snowed this much I was not so much in the habit of looking as I am now. I wasn’t taking as many pictures and I wasn’t putting them anywhere, really.
The blood in the forest is under a new layer of white, the trees glisten but they’re all still there.
And isn’t that just the thing? We’re all just rocks covered in the snow of our experience and context.
sometimes the snow dulls the noise of the road and some times it freezes and brings down power cables.
This time it made the forest look different in a way that was hard to photograph, but still beautiful.
bozo.
sometimes the snow dulls the noise of the road and some times it freezes and brings down power cables.
This time it made the forest look different in a way that was hard to photograph, but still beautiful.
bozo.