There is something about winter which I really love.
It feels sleepy, resting, in a sense meditating.
It seems to give an upspoken permission to just relax – to have some time for yourself.
All the colors are muted - grays and washed-out browns. And the trees are laid bare, to show a visual essence language written by their shapes, their intricate and poetic lines, all outlined with lacy fine twigs around the edges. At sunset, they glow orange.
The sun is hazy, diffuse behind a gray sky – you may even think it’s the moon.