Thursday, October 7, 2010

Great Black and White photographers 3:)





I See a field of white that stretches as far as the eye can see in all directions, only broken up by the black branches of the majestic trees. The mountain looms up in the background white the trees and snow rule the foreground. I see the deep depressions my footsteps make in the snow all around me, but in front, the untouched snow glitters.
I Feel the cold wind of winter whipping around my face, biting into my jacket. I feel the numbness of my feet as the moisture sinks into my shoes and douses my socks in icy wetness.
I Hear the sounds of cardinals hidden in the trees chirping at one another, the sounds of squirrels chattering a warning that a trespasser is present. I hear the crunching of the snow and ice as my feet plunge through it's layers. I hear the swishing of jacket as my arms swing back and forth.
I Taste the coolness of a snowflake in my mouth. The way the hot chocolate slides down my throat and warms my whole body in chocolaty warmth. I taste the woody, earthy scent of the forest.
I Smell the evergreen trees as i walk past them, the scent of the winter, and the


I See a trickling stream of clear spring water slither by me and out of sight. I see thin towering trees swaying in the wind above me. To the left i see a herd of deer hopping through the undergrowth while a flock of yellow birds fly above them.
I Feel the crunch and slipping of the rocks under my feet as i walk along the riverbank. I feel the wary eyes of the buck as he watches over his herd. I feel the wetness of my boots soak through to my socks as i walk through the river.
I Hear the soft tinkling of the stream as it trickles past me, the wet chrunching of the pebbles as i step over them. The chirping of the yellow birds as the fly over head. The munching of the deer as they graze a few feet away.
I Taste the sweet freshness of the cool, pure spring water. The earthy tang of the forest and the cool mountain air.
I Smell the woody scent of the forest and the clean scent of the freshwater. I smell a spring rain riding in on the clouds as i inhale the sweet aroma of freshly bloomed flowers






I think i could make a website that was dedicated to photography!:)
Or a poster, those are fun too:)

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