“The trees down the boulevard stand naked in thought,
Their abundant summery wordage silenced, caught
In the grim undertow; naked the trees confront
Implacable winter’s long, cross-questioning brunt."
- D. H. Lawrence, Winter in the Boulevard
In the park nearby an early snow blankets the city… the shapes of the buildings grow vague in the evening light, mingling with the ghostly trees…suddenly the world is a forest..Janis Toronto, Ontario, Canada…
Watercolour on Arches HP Paper