Old Snow

I found photos taken a few years ago.

I wanted to see if I could simplify the image.  It was a success, but if it had been a better quality image,  I would have gladly turned it into a whole new world.

This was the view right outside mama's back porch.  Now I look back and recognize the weird little ornaments she'd decorate her yard with.  I loved growing up with cows just beyond the fence.  The pasture always set a nice scene for reading early in the mornings, cuddled in a warm blanket, swaying slightly on a porch swing.  That back porch was where I had some of the most amazing conversations as a kid.  I wouldn't feel like a child, I'd feel like a contemplative, observant human.  Ageless and thoughtful.  That is one of the things that's so magical when you're younger.  Age means something a bit different.  I'm 25 years old right now, and age seems everything.  Age has become a restriction, it's become a stereotype, it's become handcuffs that chaff the wrists until you either break free, accept it, or ignore it.  What a sad society it is when "millennial" is used as a cuss word.

But in this image, this is life.  It's cold in a beautiful way.  It's simple, and it's my childhood.