Friday, February 12, 2016
There is beauty in every season.
Spring's beauty lies it shy emergence and delicate colors, a rising energy quickening the spirit.
Summer flaunts her lazy voluptuousness, bright colors, and hot languid days and nights.
Fall brings a different kind of quickening in the air, a feeling of brisk energy, bright colors exploding with one last passionate push.
Then there is winter...cold, silent, and seemingly dull. But winter. Winter speaks to my soul. She is truth laid bare, a promise of what might be, hope in the face of starkness. Winter touches my spirit with a frosty hand and reminds me that silence is a deepening treasure.
Photography & prose by Terry Rowe.
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