Friday, February 22, 2013


Beaver Creek, Arizona

Freshly fallen snow precariously clings to the branches.
As you wander in the midst of this scene it feels like another world. 
The branches of trees you've seen hundreds of times and dismissed now hang in beautiful prose.
Lace-like and dreamy, the wind catches the powdery limbs and the airy snow departs.
It hangs in the air but for seconds, swirls and dances and falls to the ground,
 like music ♥