But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling, like dew, upon a thought produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions think and smile.
Art is everywhere, except it has to pass through a creative mind.
Now that's the epitome of winter. The early bird catches the snow still on the branches. Beautifully delicate contrasts of chilly greys and rindy black, with just enough color to give it life - winter life.
Thanks wuvit, Turelio, marilynjane & Darryl for taking the time to comment - I really appreciate it! Can't wait to go this winter & enjoy this beautiful city (and the skiing).
Breathtaking, I hope can visit somewhere this beautiful for Christmas one day. I didn't think I would ever say this, but this beats seeing squirrels in snow...