Silent Shroud of Snow

And thanks to Simon and Garfunkel for that title.

This is another shot from last Saturday with Stan at Paint Mines Park after the blizzard. Such great light at twilight, and so cold my breath was frosting up the back of the camera and ballhead on the tripod. Good times, good times.

On the way out, Stan and I sat down on one of the benches along the trail and just watched the light fade, and listened to the "Sounds of Silence" from the prairie. No wind, not a sound, just complete silence. At once eerie and yet strangely comforting.

Thanks for the comments on my last post and for your critique on this one,

Morris