Like bony skeletons, the bare trees and the mountains jut their pointed ribs and backbones; the sharpness of shadows softened by lower and weaker winter sunlight. An occasional brilliant blaze of white as the same sun hits the twinkling, still water or the dusted snowy peaks. Tranquility, freedom and a space to breathe, I could stay in these landscapes for hours, feeling my feet growing deep roots beneath me.
{Yashica 35-ME/Ilford FP4}
P.S. Talking of wild landscapes...
