The hardwood trunks covered with snow seemed to exist in a black-and-white world of long ago:
Jumbles of brush and fallen trees lined the road, behind which the woodlands stretched out for as far as I could see:
An old stone wall, bordering a farm field:
Occasional pine trees in an otherwise hardwood forest:
The soft brush of snow on the bare trees:
A tall pine beside the road:
Winter woodlands:
Red Pines, adding color to the otherwise muted forest:
Small Beech trees, holding on to their golden leaves:
My Amish neighbors' barn, quiet and peaceful after the snowfall:
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