“It is the life of the crystal,
the architect of the flake,
the fire of the frost,
the soul of the sunbeam,
This crisp winter air is full of it.”
~ John Burroughs
~ 1837-1921
~ “Winter Sunshine”
~ 1875
The fire of the frost and the soul of the sunbeam kiss at sunset as sun flares glide toward the snow, painting a fiery frozen beauty at one of the highest elevations at Trexler Nature Preserve, Schnecksville, Pennsylvania.
This is my abstract view of a snowy scene
I shot soon after the historic January Blizzard of 2016.
In a winter shorn of snow until the blizzard, the storm plonked 31 inches of
snow on nearby
Allentown in a 24 hour period.
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