Day Three Hundred Forty One, December 29, 2011

all is quiet

The morning after a snowstorm, when all is still…

Is it the color white? The purity of the snow? The softness of the crystal blanket?

What is it that forces us into a humble silence and a deep state of contemplation?

Is it the fact that a new canvas is set and all the past is erased?

Is it the chance at a new beginning? New footsteps in the fresh snow?

7 thoughts on “Day Three Hundred Forty One, December 29, 2011

    1. I actually rather like the Graffiti, Mark…it brings the photo bang up to date…sort of Ansel Adams meets Banksy.. First class Mimo… simply gorgeous

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