There is magic and beauty after the first snowfall. Snow clings to the trees while trillions of little crystals sparkle in the morning sun. A field of thistles captures snow in perfect little spheres like a field of cotton. And at any moment a white stag or a faun may come bounding through the forest, its myth and magic enchanting only those that believe.
Photography and thoughts by The Bison in the Woods (c) 2016