Written,4th December 2000.
Photograph taken by, Theresa Koch.

Walk across this clear blue land drawn further into its crystal space. Ice castles all around me nightlight of moon ahead. No sound comes from the forest, no sense of time or place. Just beckoning enter deeper into this frozen place. Breathe freezes in the air, natural diamonds held in place. My senses all on overload while walking through with grace. Ornaments of icicles hung all about the land. Seems just like a fairy tale written by a mere man. You feel the eyes upon you of creatures big and small. Guardians of this land looking at you in awe. Winter wind whips through you pushing at your back. Making it even harder to turn around and walk on back. Knowing if you stop now you’ll freeze into this place. Still something is calling you, come on now walk this way. Ice castles all around me nightlight of moon ahead. No sound comes from the forest, no sense of time or place. Walk across this clear blue land drawn further into its crystal space. Just beckoning enter deeper into this frozen place...