Thursday, February 16, 2006


Since the time it was a twig this willow has grown to withstand the onslaught of wind and weather. It leans heavily towards the north, steeling itself against the power of oncoming storms.

On this day the wind is calm, but ice and frost have coated the graceful branches, creating a fantasy in white.


pablo said...

My boys would have called that a good "hideout" tree.

mr bill said...

Damn, Suzanne, this is one mightly fine image. So dreamlike.

srp said...

This is absolutely one of your best. I just can't help coming back to look at it again and again.