Winter - in the eleventh month Snow falls thick and fast. A thousand mountains, one color. Men of this world passing this way are few. Dense grass conceals the door. All night in silence, a few woodchips burn slowly As I read the poems of the ancients. -- Ryokan, 18th Century, C.E.
A warm sunset at a smelly pond. Cleaned it up a little, not the pond, only the photo.
Nikon D200 Sigma 10-20mm EX HSM lens Hitech Grad ND filter 5 exposures