Well, I love winter. Most of my friends and close ones are just hating it because it is cold, it is icy, it is windy and so on. For me, a winter is a time machine straight into my childhood years, as I raised in a village, far from the city and its concrete. Sends me to the smell of freshly peeled oranges, and cookies, and cinnamon, and all the other things that my mother did around and after Christmas.
As now I can capture its beauty, I decided to take you on a black & white journey thru one of my favorite season. :)
Yes, the little black point that can be seen in the photograph below is a stray dog. On that endless snowy field! Looked like a painting..
