Dark Etched by Light

A latticework of frozen sky sharply defines iced over arboreal statues, sleeping tree-figures now dressed in glittering white. The fields are sunken in chill mists, magpies forage through the stiff rags of scarecrows, their black and white plumage separating shadows from light. All is bordered by background shapes. I walk along a windswept wooden fence, coat flapping loosely like blackbird wings, in this whiteout I also standout, painted as I am, by the rapid sketches of my breath.