Winter in the high country strips the world down to its barest truths. branches stand skeletal against the sky, snow swallows the horizon, and the air carries a sharp, metallic stillness. In this spare landscape, even the smallest burst of color feels like a revelation.

Crimson Harvest captures that contrast in striking detail: a raven, black as midnight, perched among snow-dusted branches heavy with clusters of red berries. The stark white background frames the bird’s silhouette, while the berries blaze like embers in the cold. The raven’s head dips slightly, a single berry caught in its beak, the moment caught between hunger and survival.

The palette is deliberate: the deep, glossy blacks and shadowed blues of the raven’s feathers, the warm scarlet of the berries, and the pale expanse of snow that seems almost to hum with cold. Together, they create a sense of solitude without desolation—an understanding that the wild knows how to provide, if one knows where to look.

Crimson Harvest is a meditation on resilience. It speaks of the quiet ways life finds a foothold, of beauty that stands out brightest against hardship, and of the wisdom in taking what the moment offers.