Season of cold frost coats the surfaces with a sanding sheet of ice

Breath billows in a cloud of cold as heat from the core meets the sub-zero

The frost is melting as I stand there watching the metal skins shed their coat of performing ice

A transient time, caught for a moment, is gone. The slate wiped clean again

winter frost nov 2016

winter frost nov 2016

winter frost nov 2016

winter frost nov 2016

winter frost nov 2016
winter frost nov 2016

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November 19, 2016

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