August 7, 2011 § 2 Comments
Family visits, the old farm I grew up on, to wake up one morning, a frozen landscape, the bright highland dawn strong with altitude, playing its tones on the frozen webs of the arachnids.
Tagged: frost, musings, photography, winter
hot damn this is some creepy yet beautiful image action
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