Frosts and faces are the way things sometimes go in this world. This morning as I was walking Edvard in a park I saw some frost on the grass and leaves. Many beautiful things have frost, and are prone to quicker damage of from it. They are laid out there, and exposed to the jeopardies of the world and its actions. We can be supportive and bring warmth to those who are frosted, or stand away and be non-communicative. I prefer to try to make sure that warmth is spread and felt. And if by chance the frost has already come and set, show the beauty that there still is in that composition, or being. Sounds like shit, but it is still part of my life's philosophy. Where does your head go? Enjoy the pics. Oh, PS The building is definitely another face.
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