
Quietly looking out on a blue-grey day.
The skies so heavy yet flakes don’t fly.
A day that weighs with nothing special yet grabs your attention with a quiet shout.
Nothing to say on a day like today.

Quietly looking out on a blue-grey day.
The skies so heavy yet flakes don’t fly.
A day that weighs with nothing special yet grabs your attention with a quiet shout.
Nothing to say on a day like today.
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In a land of cold, hot water.
Blue and grey walk hand in hand.
Snow and steam abound.
Contrast therapy soothes the soul.

Out in fields of golden grasses there are days when Mule Deer just appear as all ears.

A bit like periscopes for sound and all the better to hear you with as they rest on a winter morning.


Ice floats free under the arctic sky in East Greenland on a summer afternoon.
August, 2013.
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