The frost formed like a thousand frozen thorns - so beautiful and haunting all at once. It reminded me of the mysteries of living and dying, of beauty and destruction. During the summer, these flowers sang with the wind and laughed for joy, but now they wither beneath the icy grip of death. Through my tears, I pray that the warmth of spring will melt the frost and allow these flowers to return and smile again.
These photographs were taken at Drumheller Spring.