3 April 2012

the swan




tiny, fragile bones, with white feathers gracing her slender neck. the ground is frozen and the water flows from the roots of the trees, their bark rough to the touch. the snow is tenderly sleeping on her eyes, white like the fairy dust.




an undirected shoot with m who was kind enough to come over and dance around in the last remains of winter. coloured with milano and pretty paris.

2 comments:

Väike said...

Viimane pilt on eriti õnnestunud!

Kerli said...

Samad sõnad.