Way+I+see+it

Way I See It Snow is the soft down of a bird. It comes and goes on it's own accord, but is heavan while it lasts. Untouched and quiet, it captures the trees and the shrubs and covers them with a safe blanket away from the world. Snow is like an antique: So beautiful you can't bear to touch it, but you do all the same.



_________________________- Pic #1 John Baird CC