On Ice Jan18 by melodylowes Her dreams have been immobilized, flash-frozen tears, harbingers of pain. But finger to vein finds pulse flutters still – when her dawn rises, rivers will flow freely once more, quenching her winter soul. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
Very very beautiful! 🙂
Grazie, Antonio! 🙂
oooohhh … that great! … the picture is cool, too … really cool 🙂
hehe Yep! Nearly froze my fingers off for that shot. Ah, well. A lot is done for the sake of art…. 😉
What is that? Frozen water? Gorgeous.
Its just the effect of the wind! We had a few harshly windy days, carving the patterns you see – and then it melted on top in places, and was partially buried under a layer of fresh snow. Amazing living art! There is actually manicured grass under there, so there is nothing about the ground itself that would cause the snow to lie in such a pattern – it isn’t cultivated land or anything. Wild and wonderful!
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A very clever way of saying winter will be over soon.