beauty of the bitter season.

Waking up with small, cold dew drops on every inch of your window, having the dull grey sky brightened by the hundreds of shades of green, the icy, cold air just dwelling with no sudden movement, the sun coming out from behind a cloud and you try and physically soak up the Vitamin D because you know you won't be having that feeling for a while. It spreads goose bumps all over your body as you continually exhale just to see your breath gather in a warm cloud in front of your face. Winter, thought of as the bitter season, may be my least favorite of all the four but on a Sunday morning when the earth has just turned back to face the beautiful Star that lights up our planet, this is my favorite time to take photos. The beauty of winter is that although it never snows here in Oz (only on the really tall mountains) the green color of my garden from the new fallen leaves, the freshly mowed grass and the 30 year old elm tree is magic that camera's just can't capture.

el mar que me espera, adiós

georgia xo