Paul Irvine    RGU BA Photography

The silence of the snow, the gentle whistling of the trees with the winter winds.
The coldness of the crisp day, here the tracks lead you into the wilderness.
What lies beyond but a world of wonder.
The animals hidden moving quietly trying not to disturb the calmness.
What will happen when the snow melts?

Poetic Notation
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