still stuck into a white world

 

 

 

smooth and soft light and shadow

 

 

 

tiny footprints

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

on the hill

 

 

 

 

 

still snowing

 

 

 

 

 

morning

 

 

 

 

 

 

tiny footsteps into the white

 

 

a thousand white hands

 

 

 

 

first snow

 

the first try ▼

and the second one △

 

 

 

tea for the birds