in this moment, i
am walking in the park,
in the bitter cold of the prairie winter

swaddled in scarves and hat and gloves
and layers of sweaters and jeans

shivering
shoulders hunched against the wind
and blowing snow

beneath my boots
snow is squeaking, creaking

above my head
bare branches
birds
squirrels

in this moment
breathing in the beauty around me

i am warm

late last night
the quiet veil of night
was torn away




by the howling wind

scattering the falling snow



two people ventured out
into the frigid, snowy night
leaning into the force of the wind

and i watched

as the wind

created drifts 

and dunes of snow

and the blizzard
made its mark
on the wintry night

coming inside from the cold
the lens of the camera
quickly
fogs

softening the view
leaving only impressions
of ceilings
and corridors
and eerie lights 

back outside,
the fog persists,
creating impressions
hints of trees
and
shadows
blending into the mist

and fractured sunlight



rising up

to celebrate

the cold, crisp day 

Linking to NF Abstract Photography on Wednesday 

abstraction

blending
together
the
essence
of trees
of city nights
of picnic tables
of strings of lights
of people
of places

of love
of loss
of hopes
of dreams

memories