Sunday, January 31, 2010

Scenes of Winter

The serenity of a resting brook is aesthetically poetic...

Standing there, you could feel the silence wrap itself around you. The silence in its self softly reminding you not to speak or even think but just to stand there and feel its beauty with awe and amazement.

Later, at Nana's house a friend was made.

1 comment:

  1. That brook looks so cool... Reminds me of Olympic bobsledding :D