frost-covered grasses
and between each blade….
the blue of the sky
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green grasses
turned blue before my eyes
do they feel the cold?
It was a sunny morning and pretty, but cold. Standing still, holding the camera in my bare hands and shivering in the morning air, I couldn’t take my eyes off the grasses in the field. Out there in the shadow of old oak, the green grasses were so blue, almost the color of the sky.
