winter.
1.18.2011
the limbs of trees reach out so gracefully. these are adorned with a coating of ice. the ice is so lovely, creating a cast of the tree in its splendid form. there's something about this encasement that pulls me toward it. captured beauty, almost in a still-frame. the cold has a way about it. the way in which you see your own breath. the way in which you feel so alive you can almost feel the blood moving down your veins. then you see this limb with its life covered in ice. words aren't enough. it felt holy.
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