hoarfrost.

Someone painted pictures on my

Windowpane last night --
Willow trees with trailing boughs
And flowers, frosty white,

And lovely crystal butterflies;
But when the morning sun
Touched them with its golden beams,
They vanished one by one."

- Helen Bayley Davis

We have been waking up to this the past few mornings.

I walk outside in wonder each morning, camera in hand, no shoes no coat, watching the sun hit the crystals. As the wind blows the sky fills with a thick sparkling fog.


Wow.