Old Man Winter

Old Man Winter

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.


11 thoughts on “Old Man Winter

  1. I am so happy that you stopped by my blog so that I was led to yours! Your play with words in connection to the imagery you capture is a treat! I was attracted to the title of your bog because I dabble with the concept of light (in the spiritual sense), and now I see how it domes through in intriguing creativity: the simplicity yet profoundness of what you see in nature. Thank you!

    • Thanks Josette. I find the light in nature, as with all light, a mystery. I feel so privileged when a mystery moment is revealed to me and I happen to have my camera. I want to share some of those moments. I checked out your blog and I really like the approach you suggest for transformation.

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