Appropriately, I found this in July, right in the middle of winter. Not that we get much snow in Australia. It's rare enough that snowfalls in northern New South Wales tends to result in Queenslanders making trips to see it.
I grew up in the northern part of Utah. A place with some rather cold and snowy winters with a mix of evergreen and deciduous trees. With all the leaves fallen and the snow being thigh deep, it seems the forest had become a skeleton of it's formal self. The spaces between so alien, and the ones close together become a surprise. And even the lightest snowfall would obscure the sight of more than a mile or two.
It's honestly one of, if not the greatest thing I miss about moving further south. It snowed only a single time where I am now, and it wasn't until January. It gets cold here, but it's not the same. I miss the bite of the snow around my ankles. There is nothing compared to the quiet caused by the muffling snow.
This is what I remember when I look at this. This is why I'm happy I found it's origin. And, from what I've seen of your gallery, I have glad I am here.
What happened in December
all the drawing is amazing. Looks so... sad and.... i dont know how to describe it *u*
Hmm. I was gonna ask why Twilight looks so forlorn there, but maybe that's it -- although personally, the feeling I get from this picture is also one of calm and quiet solitude, almost soothing.
(And I would kill for a desktop wallpaper-sized version of this! )
But the picture is something else.
It looks amazing. Some say that art is meant to convey emotion.
I look at this and I get nothing but emotions. Well done.
Very well done indeed.