The art of photography is to find beauty where there seems to be none. When your days are all gray over gray where do you find the beauty?! The snow has come and and now the snow remains. The hazy grayish winter skies and the grayish winter snow obscures the horizon and as the days pass by the two become one and landscape becomes 18% gray broken only by darker stark shades of gray. Boring at it's best. Depressing at it's worse. But, I'' keep looking.
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