Cold Blues

The forest sparkled, as the tiny drops of mist refracted in the air, slowly freezing, in the cold grip of passing winter.
Willow trees moved left and right, in a gentle dance, as the wind coming from the lake pulled at their hands.
What could lie ahead, out there, behind the thick veil of blue mist, along the silver road onward?
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Etobicoke, Toronto, Ontario
Cokin A121 filter
Daily photo series.
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