Looking up

After putting dubbin on my boots, dusk was already quickly falling. Small flakes of snow were in the air and a few inches of snow covered the surrounding area. The pine branches were already slightly sagging under the weight. Pushkin was keen as ever to take a walk which was slightly harder going, particularly where someone had ploughed a long line along which I walk on the longer route around the lake. I took quite a few dusky, snow shots but this one doesn't directly feature any. I thought the view upwards between the trees was reminiscent of a snowflake or some form of crystallisation.