In the chill of winter night
Dripped the ice-coat Northern fright
Next morning, frozen-toed and white fingered,
In shutter speed shock, I saw Old Man Winter himself, unlocked.
Photography, memoirs, random thoughts.
Creativity is within us all
Education, Leadership, Life, and Transformation
I come closest to succeeding by sharing.
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