After a few minutes, their world had become a place of white snow and black tree trunks.

The blood and the bodies scattered across the white snow.

They stood out against the white snow quite remarkably well.

They were black and stark against the fall of fresh white snow.

The white snow that lay upon the ground was turned to a sea of red.

There was a sheet of white snow near them, and you broke through into water.

He walked through the white snow, under a sky of lead.

There was a cliff behind him, black bits in the white snow.

Everything covered in white snow, the old churches just are lovely, especially at night.

Coming in from the bright, white snow, it took my eyes a long time to adjust.