“Winter Lines” – There’s a quiet geometry to winter.

Bare branches trace their patterns against the still water, every line clear and honest. The first snow rests along the fallen trunk, following the curve of the tree like a memory of warmth. Reflections ripple and shift beneath, softening the starkness into something gentle.

A moment of pause along the shoreline of Traverse City, Michigan—where winter begins not with a storm, but with a whisper.

https://rick-stringer.pixels.com/featured/winter-lines-rick-stringer.html