The bareness of trees Howling winds
Winter sun, inviting the contrast of bitter cold, but shining warmth
The pitter patter of raindrops
Or a collective gush… when you’re caught in the rain
The droplets of water, adorning each branch like precious, pure fingertips
And the marvel of how such a powerful downpour can leave such delicate results
(Winter is also a time when many people can barely survive the cold. So with that in mind, please also read the post: Chill)
slip-sliding away..... 
im sure u know about the snow in jozi…really inspiring stuff…will upload neat pics of it on my blog…
heard about it, and a friend of mine took pix. isn’t that like, the 2nd time in 20 years it snowed there?
slms boet,
winter rocks. i finally did the tag thing you tagged me on in march.. 5 things you didnt know… lol I know I’m out of touch.. keep blogging. I love your stuff.
M.
‘the marvel of how such a powerful downpour can leave such a delicate result’ -wow. this is beautiful-the pics and the photo-narrative.
thanx people – i loved this set as well 🙂
it’s a shame i couldn’t put the full size pix up – these are reduced and so they lose a bit of the quality 😦
beautiful words and pics
hey there
this is soooooooo pretty.. like two poems walking hand-in-hand.. one in words and one in pics 🙂
pretty and delicate! a masterpiece..
thank u 🙂
haven’t done many of those – but i’m thinking photo essays are something i may do more of in future.