Nature's puppet strings revealed. 

Filed under "Last season" 

As a shaft of sunlight made it through the mist, the trees fireflies of past seasons came alive. 

The face within the face upon the face. 

When the glory boys and girls have been and gone, Fred's hanging garden kept going. 

Awaiting the fall. 

Today, tomorrow and yesterday in a moment. 

Why sheep wear wool. 

As the frozen mist creeps, autumn loses her grip on the season. 

In the light of the morning sun, the ice came alive. 

A simple jewel in the sun light. 

Like a glacier flowing into the green valley, winter took hold slowly. 

Seasonal cave art. 

Like waves frozen on a river. 

from air to ice to water again. 

Lifting the ice sheet 

The brass monkey's figleaf 

Is it a woman, a frog or a horse? 

Layering the textures and colours is always a good fashion tip for the winter season. 

Ice fish caught feeding. 

A rest break on the journey to the forest floor. 

Still holding on to the glory that was summer. 

Fire and ice. 

Silently, the fire angel floated past the thorns. 

A golden kiss