Wordless Wednesday: February 17, 2016

 

©2016 Allyson Latta

 

Each week on Wordless Wednesday, bloggers around the world post a photo they’ve taken that tells a story. I hope this one will bring to mind a memory or stimulate your imagination. Perhaps it will even inspire you to try your hand at some flash (super short) or long memoir or fiction, or a poem. If it does, please let me know in the comments or by email via the Contact tab on my home page!

 

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And check out this week’s Wordless Wednesday contributions from some of my Canadian writer-photographer friends, coast to coast:

Allison Howard

Barbara Rose Lambert

Carin Makuz (Matilda Magtree)

Cheryl Andrews

Elizabeth Yeoman (Wunderkamera)

 

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Comments

  1. Cheryl says:

    Spectacular image … captivating winter scene!

  2. I have always loved the COLOURS of winter, and the fact that though we do not have as many names for snow as some, there are as many shades no matter what. And here, also there is lace, there are seeds to tickle our imagination on those stalks, as we wonder what they will produce when scattered in the spring…and there is the deep icy “beyond” in blue blue blue!

  3. carin says:

    The colour of winter, yes. You’ve captured not only that but the exact temperature of the air. I can also hear the snow crunch under my feet. And now my nose is dripping and I don’t have a kleenex… Oh winter, I love you anyway!

  4. Elizabeth Yeoman says:

    Such clarity, such texture, such white and blueness. I can smell it and hear it as well as see it.

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