Photo by David Dreimiller
GRB
First snow brings new flakes, falling from the sky, like globes, filled with a child’s magical dreams. All, amidst the bleak, and beautiful countryside.
Sweet hopes and wishes stand in the muddied road. Surrounded by farms draped in subdued colors and earth tones, they block the uncertain cruelty of winter’s way, and all its repressive cold and dampness, on the Western Reserve.
On Tiffany Creek 