the obviousness of iced cheeks, tightened skin and a shivering body
when returning from the wood rack late in the evening, among others, but
my favorite is always the windows... when it drops well below zero...
I live in an old house built sometime in the 1850's or earlier
it has new windows, yet when below zero they become
moisture canvases of shapes and dimension...
most probably due to the pans of water atop the wood stoves...
beautiful on all counts and in a multitude of ways, each unique and surprising
last night ... my kitchen window...
I was so fascinated by the frost patterns, I didn't notice the slivered moon behind!
