The lines in winter seem to stand out in stark contrast to the white snow that surrounds them.
The empty park benches create horizontal lines that remain unbroken as are the vertical lines of branches that reach for the skies.
The lines of the playground remain untouched by small hands.
The spaces amongst the trees are left empty.
As the sun sinks lower, the winter lines become darker and can be seen more clearly against the freshly fallen snow.
The harsh winter lines that I see everyday will be softened in a few months with the advent of spring. Beauty can be found in winter lines but I do admit to preferring those of a warm spring.
Do you enjoy winter lines?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2015
(This post is linked to Paula’s Black & White Sunday. The prompt this week is lines)