treelines
I have been running past this little tree all winter; it sits at the very edge of a marsh, sheltered and crowded by much taller trees, with its feet in the water or under ice for much of the year, yet it persists proudly and strongly, and it takes on a special beauty under the fresh snow, striated by all of the shadows of neighbouring trunks.
Cliffhanger
This sort of cliff is rather ubiquitous in the area where I live. The Canadian Shield is age-old granite, and the forest sits resolutely atop of it, subsiding tenaciously on the thin soil, and braving the ravages of long, snowy winters. Even in deep winter, the sun melts some of the snow, and the water cascades down these cliff faces and creates waterfalls that freeze in beautiful daggers of ice. This particular cliff borders highway 141. I arrived later in the day than I should have, and the ice was in afternoon shadow. In the morning, it puts on quite a glittering, colourful show.
