Snow covers the ground.
The trees bend.
Unearthly light for the wee hours of the morn.
The crunch of frozen snow.
The quiet of icicles.
An herbwoman peddling her potions and wares, sharing her bohemian musings and meanderings.
An herbwoman peddling her potions and wares, sharing her bohemian musings and meanderings.
3 comments:
That photo is incredibly beautiful!
You forgot the trees bend and break and the cars freeze closed. The yellow dogsnow stays around for all to see....ect.
I wanted to comment on your photo. I agree with Dogaroo. Happy T~
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