Monday, February 10, 2014

Thick Cold Potato Soup





















It snowed all day.





















Then the fog rolled in. Fog that will become rime.





















The big snow has yet to come.





















I wait.
Encased.





















Ready to be entombed.

1 comment:

  1. I've seen it like that. No fun by ones self. Stay warm my friend.

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