Each season's landscape and light has it's own spectrum of colors, perhaps because the pallet of winter's landscape is spare, it's light is so varied.
Frosty breath, snowflakes
strangers traveling the streets
under it's warm glow
A belated full moon post, and haiku
And now a belated post, some things really do appear to happen for a reason, and this just might have been one of them. The Full Beaver ...
