In the woods a few days ago we came upon a fence row next to a corn field. The wind was not real strong but just enough to give a pretty good wind chill, which we felt deeply.
The wind had also sculpted the snow into so many wonderful waves and shapes, especially around the old wire fence row. I was thrilled to see so much of the pristine, untouched waves of white, not yet soiled by footprints, human or animal.
As I leaned over the fence to get a better view I glanced down and saw this perfect round shape, hollowed out by the wind at the base of a tree, with this little 'finger' of snow along the side. What shaped it so? How much influence did the surrounding structures have on the direction of that breeze that hollowed out this place at the base of that tree?
I know that for me this image has triggered all kinds of thoughts about what influences our lives. What winds of change have shaped us into the people we are now? I'll leave you with that thought. (Thanks for stopping by!)