Frosted Friday

Winter is fast approaching.  This morning it was just barely 27˚and when I opened the bedroom curtains, it looked like the Sugar Plum Fairy had come in the night to lightly dust my world with icing sugar.  It was magical and beautiful.  I threw on some clothes, grabbed the camera and went outside.

It was freeze-your-butt-off cold, though weather has never stopped me before whilst taking photos.  Still, I didn't last long.  Bit hard to focus and shoot when your fingers go numb and the lens keeps fogging up from your breath.






A spider's frail web, like a tattered doily crocheted long ago by someone's grandmother...

A lone Birch leaf, perfectly rimed in frost...

I love this one. The reds so vibrant as background for the delicate little frost etchings on the leaves...

My mother used to sugar-coat bunches of frozen grapes, then arrange them around the platter of the Thanksgiving turkey before my father carried it to the table. They looked just like this...

Nature is so incredible...

 

I took my camera down the mountain for the dogs' walk this morning, but there wasn't any frost in the valley, and by the time we got home, the magic had melted. Good thing I risked hypothermia at daybreak then...