This image feels like an outward exhale, as if the earth itself is breathing. The trees, bare and delicate, rise like ink lines from the snow-covered floor. There’s a quietness here, a calm that settles into the skin like soft, icy snow.

I paused in that stillness to take this photo, feeling the cold air on my face, the weight of winter in the silence. The trees had shed their leaves, standing skeletal and serene, surrounded by the hush of snowfall.

Winter Remains is a portrait of stillness and simplicity. A moment where nature breathes, stripped back and raw, yet achingly beautiful.