There is a very big place in my heart reserved by the winter sun. I may complain about it sometimes, but never in the winter, when its gentle glow is deeply felt, and greatly appreciated.
But so too are the nights. Black as tar, every minute detail is amplified by the lens of the cold.
And if you experiment, you can capture that spooky essence which I think our ancestors knew a lot about.
Winter nights are for ghost stories and dark secrets.
They are also full of magic.
The pictures do the observations justice.
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thanks!
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It’s good to think positive in the winter when you have to have a light on to look at the seed catalog. 🙂
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I’ve always wanted one of those forehead torches!
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