Brooke Wernke

Dec 19, 2025

Capture frosty mornings through doorways and arches, framing winter's serene silence.

Snow flakes fell from the sky. They meandered through the air as though on a mysterious mission. One that was cut short when they reached their targets. They dissolved into whatever they landed on. Ja...

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Dec 13, 2025

Soft winter light on forgotten door handles, capture texture and melancholy.

Dec 11, 2025

Frozen fractals on morning windows, capture delicate winter patterns.

Jim sat in his favorite spot on the couch. This is where he spent most of his time. His office upstairs was only used during work hours and that time didn't count. He was grateful to live in a time wh...

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A blistering wind entered the attic through a triangular crack in the window. A crack that has been there since Tommy was a child. He remembered the feeling of dread that came with it as his makeshift...

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