Barely poking through the cloudy sky the winter suns shines loving down on the frozen ground bathing the landscape in warm light. The snow covered barn stands alone on the edge of the white field stoically protecting its occupants from the winters wrath.
Baron winter branches of the nearby tree line reach up to the hillsides at their back, bare and patiently waiting the spring thaw for new green leaves to dress their naked arms. On the horizon a looming mountain appears in and out of the rolling clouds powdered with fresh snow. Winter is a brutal season of survival on the northern farm.