Into the Distance +
Crowley, California
The biting cold of sub-zero temperatures was in the air, and the sharp wind cut through the stillness of the early morning. Standing at the fence line, I felt an exhilarating blend of isolation and anticipation as I await the faintest hint of dawn. The frosted landscape stretches out in front of me, transforming into a beautiful display, illuminated only by the first whispers of light creeping over the eastern horizon.
Crowley, California
The biting cold of sub-zero temperatures was in the air, and the sharp wind cut through the stillness of the early morning. Standing at the fence line, I felt an exhilarating blend of isolation and anticipation as I await the faintest hint of dawn. The frosted landscape stretches out in front of me, transforming into a beautiful display, illuminated only by the first whispers of light creeping over the eastern horizon.
Crowley, California
The biting cold of sub-zero temperatures was in the air, and the sharp wind cut through the stillness of the early morning. Standing at the fence line, I felt an exhilarating blend of isolation and anticipation as I await the faintest hint of dawn. The frosted landscape stretches out in front of me, transforming into a beautiful display, illuminated only by the first whispers of light creeping over the eastern horizon.