Долгие Тени

Under a pale winter sky, the undulating snowfields stretch toward distant, softened peaks. A line of leafless trees stands sentinel, their branches etching delicate, dark patterns onto the pristine white. The low sun elongates their shadows, creating a haunting interplay of light and form. This is not just a scene of cold—it’s a moment suspended in time, where nature’s quiet grandeur speaks through absence and contrast. The stillness feels profound, as if the world has paused to breathe.