The first storm of winter hits the forest like a slap to the face. The chill of the wind dulls the feeling of any exposed body part. Branches creep and twist from the foliage like spider legs. Frost dangles from every limb, giving off a feeling of uncertainty as one wanders beneath. The all-too familiar crunch of snow(to Minnesotans) accompanies every step. The frozen air stings the throat as deep breaths are inhaled. The only noise to be heard is the faint pitter-patter of snow collapsing from the top canopy. Even the slightest utterance could disturb the tranquility of the habitat. The chilling wind rustles through the trees almost like a whisper. Hints of hoof prints on the forest floor show evidence of elusive creatures that call this place home. A lack of human presence has left the area preserved and pure. The entire scene truly epitomizes pituresqueness.
2 comments:
pretty descriptive. Kind of boring though, i would have personally chose a more exciting picture. i liked how you described what you saw, but maybe you should describe the other senses as well. I know you descrbe sound, but what about taste or smell? otherwise it was pretty good
I really felt like i was there when you were describing the winter. The sounds of the snow and the whisper of the wind all were very good. Smething you could work on is describe what you taste and smell. Mybe you talk about the taste of snow flakes and how they are cold water or something lol. Also describe the smell. Say something like how you can smell the burning cold hair freezing your inner nose or something.
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