Friday, January 24, 2014

a wintery haiku

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



just rambling

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