From Spring, Summer to Autumn with all colors it throws,
Like painter on canvas ...
Then comes Winter, all colors merge to white,
Letting the imagination take the light..
The Freezing Rain is an exception..
ensuring to grant a wish, ...to freeze the moment...
Each season have been taking pictures of these flowers, not sure what made me combine these, but it felt unique. The never ending cycle of bloom, withering, freezing and back again.
The colors caught my eye. Truly a master piece, even in cold winter they look like so beautiful, perfect colored against the backdrop of snow.
Nature does speak, it just that we forget to see, feel and listen to it...
Quietly sitting across the water, under the tree,
With silence surrounds, only with faint birds chirping away
(No idea what they speak, wish could sneak into that language world.)
the rustling of the leaves, as breeze rush to say 'hello!' with a hug.
Leaving behind a smiling face.. and feeling am not here alone...
The nature does speak , but in its own way.
