wow, u really thought about everything, didn't u?, Im very impressed, I really love both shots, but definitely this one has more atractive and impresive view. Its seems a chapter movie....i just love it, I can see myself walking on, enjoying this scenery....oh, with u , of course...LOL.... Congratulations Ewa, I always enjoy your pictures, U know How transport us to differents sceneries...Terrific !!!
Of course I liked Early October Ewa, you know that, but for entirely different reasons. The shadows & snow canopy give this scene much more depth, & mystery. It feels as though everything is deeply asleep, & if you listen very carefully, you'd be able to hear a leaf fall, or the blood rush thru your veins. Impressive indeed. Well done.
I have been around a awhile and I've never seen snow that deep on the limbs before, got out there before the wind picked up didn't you. Love it. Dwight.
Wow, what a difference a season makes Ewa! Comapring the two images is quite amazing. I love the snow canopy that is formed by the trees. You have managed a good balance with the white of the snow. Thanks for showing us this beautiful place in two such different seasons. Well done my friend :~)
It's very eerie how the trees almost create a canopy being that they are weighed down by the ice. The woods are inviting you in for a while... A beautiful picture!
i took a cloder at your gallery at i have to say this is my favorite winter shot in it. magical, seems as if a man could hardly fit between the snow and the low branches.
wow, what a difference a season and an angle change can make, but i have to admit, i like this one more. i have a place like this near my house actualy, though ive never seen it covered in snow. gorgeous
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