After the ice storm in February in a world coated in crystal, Earth heaved, sighed, and rolled over. so instead of snow it rained blowing cold bullets that splattered shrapnel everywhere, and the trees screeched, struggling against their icy chains. everything is frozen solid, slow and slippery, held in a snow-wrapped trance. black monument trees mark the way through the white abyss; roads drained of cars, paths disappeared. some daredevil skates kamikaze down the hill in the stillness, after the storm, the whole of creation is forced to take stock. broken branches need to be healed, weathered buildings and ravaged nests rebuilt.
by: lily kramer roth
Photos: JVCPhoto
