The sun shines from a sparkling blue sky and I feel an urge to see the thick patches of snow spread over my nearest landscape of wilderness.
The snow has already started to melt when I walk into the forest and I hear an unfamiliar sound among the trees.
That is snow, that reluctantly let go of the branches and falls to the ground. Not heavy as for snow which been around for weeks.
No, it’s the dust of snow that falls as in the poem by Robert Frost.
I love this kind of scenery! Nice walk Hanna!
Hi Josypheen. The walk was nothing less but glorious 😊
Beautiful shot.
Among a whole bunch of wonder scenarios, Rabirius
One could hardly do anything wrong except forgetting the memory card 😊
Beautiful. 🙂
Thank you, Robin!
Gorgeous all around, Hanna.
Thanks for that, Tanja!