There's a freedom in exploring the woods in winter. Less undergrowth makes for easier walking. And no leaves makes it easier to see the trees from the forest.
Some curious tree-beings peeked out through the tangle of trunks and limbs overhead.
A serious looking tree-philosopher gazed out into his forest.
An impish tree-character posed with a bark-bearded elder-friend.
A richly-textured tree-lady was wearing a little too much lipstick.
Nearby a bright splash of green felt wonderful. Message: Every season has its gifts. you can find yourself even through the tangle of contradictions. Blessings abound. Peace
Shoots of new life emerge through a wound.