Crackle, Crunch, Pop
Pulling off the road into the dirt to park, all I could hear was the crunch and pops of the ice breaking under my tires. As I stepped out and almost slipped on a frozen puddle that I managed not to shatter, my next step was met with more crackle and crunching as I walked on the frozen dirt and rock to this spot.
This spot. I can't seem to get enough of it, no matter how cold it is. I keep finding more angles to this beautiful view.
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Crackle, Crunch, Pop
Pulling off the road into the dirt to park, all I could hear was the crunch and pops of the ice breaking under my tires. As I stepped out and almost slipped on a frozen puddle that I managed not to shatter, my next step was met with more crackle and crunching as I walked on the frozen dirt and rock to this spot.
This spot. I can't seem to get enough of it, no matter how cold it is. I keep finding more angles to this beautiful view.
Robert Watts | Facebook | Tumblr | Twitter | Instagram | 500px | Google+