Winter's Hold
Edition Run: 25 Prints
Winter’s Hold is how I often imagine wintertime in the forest. Darker and moody with snow blown onto the edges of trees. The atmosphere is always a constant blowing of the snow, with a continued downfall. While out exploring during a recent snowstorm, I got to experience just that feeling. It was a cold morning, the kind that makes your fingers feel cold, even though they are in gloves with hand-warmers attempting to keep the fingertips from freezing. I am near the forests edge, just close enough that the wind is constantly blowing additional fresh snow deeper into the forest. I pull the hood of my jacket tighter attempting to retain what warmth I do have. It may be cold, but it is a magical feeling as I watch the snow settle on the forest floor.
Edition Run: 25 Prints
Winter’s Hold is how I often imagine wintertime in the forest. Darker and moody with snow blown onto the edges of trees. The atmosphere is always a constant blowing of the snow, with a continued downfall. While out exploring during a recent snowstorm, I got to experience just that feeling. It was a cold morning, the kind that makes your fingers feel cold, even though they are in gloves with hand-warmers attempting to keep the fingertips from freezing. I am near the forests edge, just close enough that the wind is constantly blowing additional fresh snow deeper into the forest. I pull the hood of my jacket tighter attempting to retain what warmth I do have. It may be cold, but it is a magical feeling as I watch the snow settle on the forest floor.
Edition Run: 25 Prints
Winter’s Hold is how I often imagine wintertime in the forest. Darker and moody with snow blown onto the edges of trees. The atmosphere is always a constant blowing of the snow, with a continued downfall. While out exploring during a recent snowstorm, I got to experience just that feeling. It was a cold morning, the kind that makes your fingers feel cold, even though they are in gloves with hand-warmers attempting to keep the fingertips from freezing. I am near the forests edge, just close enough that the wind is constantly blowing additional fresh snow deeper into the forest. I pull the hood of my jacket tighter attempting to retain what warmth I do have. It may be cold, but it is a magical feeling as I watch the snow settle on the forest floor.