Edited by Michelle Payne, Thursday 30 December 2010 at 09:14
The snow has simplified the landscape to an expanse of white with ink black trees, reaching to a dove gray and silver sky. All coordinates gone, pathways and byways erased. Let's find a new way. The land is a blank canvas waiting to be painted. Let’s cast it anew.
snow
The snow has simplified the landscape to an expanse of white with ink black trees, reaching to a dove gray and silver sky. All coordinates gone, pathways and byways erased. Let's find a new way. The land is a blank canvas waiting to be painted. Let’s cast it anew.