It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. ”
Every winter, I walk by frozen Wascana Creek, and think wouldn’t it be awesome if it was turned into a skating rink!
Celebrate endings, for they precede new beginnings.
…and cheers to a fresh start in 2018…my only New Year’s resolution is to take more pictures!
…just a goose and its shadow out for a walk…
It’s not that I love squirrels, it’s just that they pose so nicely for pictures…. (and I love how it doesn’t even look like winter here in these pictures! It was so nice to hear birds chirping and squirrels scurrying like it was Spring here on the weekend).
Feathered with hoarfrost skeletal trees loom closer; fog shrouded arches. – Paul Brown
Just a few pretty frost pics for my first post of the year…
Frost on the window in the spare bedroom at my brother and sister-in-law’s on Sunday morning.