In a hidden grove in a nearby forest, saplings -- baby trees -- brace themselves against fierce winter winds. They are slender and young, but strong. In the late afternoon light, camera magic makes it look as though the winds are thick, woven yarns of gold and blue. In its fight to withstand the gale, one tree has to bend its knee to maintain its stance.
To see more images of my vision of winter winds, see my Dance of the Winter Winds gallery.