A Sunday walk in the snow.

A clear sky, the setting sun, long shadows.

Just the two of us this afternoon. He is always ahead of me.

A shift between cold weather and thaw. The trees are still frozen which makes the trunks shine in silver.

The “dagsmeja” has returned.

A walk in silence, thoughts and awe. We passed the lonely farm, a place of such beauty and peace.

Beauty… I try to capture her with my camera, but she skillfully evades my attempts. I try to describe her, but I’m lost for words. I cannot keep her; she visits me on her own terms. I’m grateful, I can clearly see, I’m not the master but she.