Fullmoon, the Cold light of night, forever mysterious, forever alluring.
Sunset and shadows through an Autumn forest, awaiting the sleep of Winter and the awakening of spring.
Light and shadows
Ice and water, flowing and growing, a struggle for dominance, ended by the Thaw of spring.
Alone the tree stands, steadfast against the freezing Powers of Winter.
Light Plays With the snow, throwing shadows, throwing sparks, the Cold spell of Winter, the beauty of ice entrancing, capturing the spirit.
Snowflakes; macrophotography. That one flake that stands out, captures the light and shines like a tiny gem.