snow

BOOK QUOTE:

"Sound carries far here in the trees. Snow slides off a heavy oak as some creature shuffles through the woods, and ancient branches snap. Out of the corner of one eye, I see the flash of colored feathers. It is a yellowhammer, black eyes flickering in a hedgerow, tiny breast plumped out in golden livery, streaked with colors rich and brown. It was calling in its winter song. Moments later, the bracken flutters and the slight shadow of the bird darts into the woods.”
from the novel SINFUL FOLK

PHOTO: ivvvoo  - slow march of the winter trees

BOOK QUOTE:

 

"Sound carries far here in the trees. Snow slides off a heavy oak as some creature shuffles through the woods, and ancient branches snap. Out of the corner of one eye, I see the flash of colored feathers. It is a yellowhammer, black eyes flickering in a hedgerow, tiny breast plumped out in golden livery, streaked with colors rich and brown. It was calling in its winter song. Moments later, the bracken flutters and the slight shadow of the bird darts into the woods.”

 

-- from the novel SINFUL FOLK

 

 

PHOTO: ivvvoo  - slow march of the winter trees

Source: http://sinfulfolk.com