Waking up this morning, between rubbing my eyes into focus and inwardly debating between coffee or tea for my morning caffeine, I peeked out the kitchen window to see an amazing show thanks to the play between frosty tree tips and the rising sun. All of the landscape seemed taken out of a classically illustrated children's book. Elegantly detailed.
With pajama pants on, hoodie zipped, and hat pulled down over my ears, I ran out to click here and there. These mornings are worth the winter cold, and seemingly never ending season. I won't get to see frost like this on a July morning, even here in the U.P. (at least I think so).
