Burgenland is cloaked in a splendid layer of snow.
A barn in Eisenberg, simple, stunning and fabulous. A picturesque backside to our village.
A delightful white vine...there is something so magical once mere twigs and branches are covered in a white heavenly dust.
The vines next to the leaning man on the ladder. He still catches me by surprise...surprisingly.
The sun is waking up and making mere snow twinkle like diamonds.
As I took this photo the wind made an appearance and if you look carefully, you can see a dusting of snow descending from the tree branches.
A photo can't nearly do justice to the still beauty this view has. A poet's source of inspiration, a place to contemplate and definitely a place to be thankful...
Biggi
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