Масленица на Кольском.

As the sun rises over the Kola Peninsula, its warm glow reflects off the dark, flowing waters of a river, where ice fragments cling to mossy rocks. Snow-laden pines stand sentinel along the banks, their branches heavy with winter’s touch. The air is still, the world hushed, as if time has paused to admire the delicate interplay of light, ice, and shadow. This is not just a landscape—it’s a moment of quiet reverence, where nature’s breath is visible in the frost and the river’s gentle pulse. Photographer Sergey Butorin captures the soul of winter’s dawn with poetic precision.