Frosty Morning on the Farm II
Meticulously lined like an old topical map the frozen expanse lies marked and still, spreading out across our vision. This paddock of white frigid stripes, baron and waiting under it's winter coat of powdery ice crystals lays glistens in the sun too far away to thaw its earthy skin. Its forced hibernation rests the soils till spring doth return again.
Bordered by the sentinel fence post top and bottom the field is watch over by the snow capped mountains above. The bitter air burns to breathe to deep and the frost nips at our nose and ears as we view this spectacular winter scene. Plowed perfection turned creatively artful.