One of my favorite memories from growing up in the North woods is standing in the middle of the forest, watching big fluffy snowflakes fall where the only sound was a gentle breeze blowing through the pines.

It’s the closest thing I can relate to experiencing “magic”.

Pine enough.

I see an intruder on the left!

Only joking, pine and birch get along just fine.

I have taken many similar pictures (we have lots of pine forest), some with blue skies, some with sunsets, but this is my 2024 favorite.