I am not a fan of winter. The cold makes me hurt, the slippery ice makes me walk like a penguin and I hate the fact that it feels as if you have prepare yourself for a polar expedition everytime you leave the house.
Still, there is something magical about falling snow, even I can admit that. This is taken during a december night at a place I used to live back then. Love that big beautiful tree, and the pale moon behind its branches.
Gothenburg, 2005
