All that is personal soon rots; it must be packed in ice or salt. -Yeats The trees are bending over with the weight of ice, cracking and tumbling into fences. Colour is preserved and encased in crystal that will melt in the light of the sun. But for now, capture this brief moment in time-Continue reading “Capturing Stillness”
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