Winter Patterns

In my sophomore year in college I did a photo essay for the college newspaper of scenes from winter. For the text I chose four lines from a poem:

"I love to see, when leaves depart,
The clear anatomy arrive,
Winter, the paragon of art,
That kills all forms of life and feeling
Save what is pure and will survive."

A decorative iron railing on the hill up the street was not exactly what the writer had in mind, but this beautiful ironwork is normally not visible against the ivy that surrounds it, but it jumped out at me when surrounded by snow, late on a winter's afternoon.