A blank canvas
an idea in mind - a chandeleir
watercolours awaiting their destination
Brush dipped in paint
cold water to mix, to dilute
At last the brush kisses the canvas
gently stroking
smoothly gliding
leaving its colourful residue
performing its creative dance
on the canvas
The canvas lives
celebrates its new adornment
parades flambouyantly
the chosen colours of the artist.

We have many walkways and alleyways in my locality, which have been transformed by the onset of snow. Usually green with foliage, they now look completely different with "Fairytale" surreality.
With the sun in front of me, I took this picture of my son facing away from the camera. In hindsight I would have preferred to have taken a few more shots from different angles as I wanted to capture the winter sun shining through the trees. I also would have liked to have used a wider perspective and been further back, so that Cain appeared to be on the horizon as opposed to being up close. I failed to capture the magnitude and whiteness of the snow between him and me, perhaps focusing too much on the glint of the sun. None-the-less, I am happy with the resulting image.

































