When it is extremely cold here in Minnesota, the air holds nothing. The light is stark and clear and bright. The sun, itself, seems hard and brittle. But, I think there is such a thing as too much clarity. My camera and I prefer to enjoy the gentler light passing through my dusty windows.
This morning’s note: Yesterday it was -15F (-26 for you “C” folks). But now it has warmed to -1, enough for a lovely fresh coat of snow.
And o’er the window crept the hoary frost,
With many a wayward freak and curious antic,
In varied lines, that quaintly blent and crossed
In tracery romantic.
– Mrs. Rhoda A. Faulkner, FROST ON THE WINDOW
Uploaded by HelenJr on 6 Feb ’07, 6.02am CST.