I remember how hard the frost bit back then. The air was so clean, and the sun was blinding, reflecting off that endless whiteness. These footprints are someone's story, left on the ice, a path that leads somewhere into the distance, beyond the sparse trees on the shore. My phone is always with me, and such moments are simply impossible to miss, even if my hands freeze. The bright midday sun picked out every shadow, highlighting the relief of the snow and the bare branches of the trees standing like sentinels. It's the depth of these footprints, lightly dusted with fresh powder, that shows how soft this untouched blanket was. Every time I look at this photo, I feel that silence and the power of nature that can stop time.
I love photography. I spend time in nature, walking around the city. And I often take pictures when I see something interesting.
I always edit my pictures (mostly using Lightroom) and love sharing them with the community.
And here you can see some of my works, that you can find in my blog
