sleeping in the snow

on our newfound affection for winter camping

Winter’s dress is a different type of blue than that of summer’s. Reflected against the glittering snow, her soft pale blue is enough. Summer’s blue frock is saturated and absorbing. What choice does she have when dancing with the verdant greens of exploding life? She’s gotta’ do something to stand out. I like them both in their own unique expression, e…