Winter Treasure Hunters

Winter stretches out it's empty branches, still in the wait for life, laughter, leaves.

It's the work of the boy, the mamma too to go and seek out beauty in the dead, the grief, the loss...Winter.

The work, it's a choice. It's digging deep and looking really, really closely, attention to detail that helps one to fined the beauty that lies quietly.

Or searching the horizon, wondering and wandering...searching for beauty.