Though the days have been unseasonably mild, they have lately dawned clear, foggy, frosty, and beautiful. Yesterday I stopped to enjoy scenes at Baldwin Lake. This morning I paused at the aptly-named Frostville historical village. Oh, how difficult it was to pay a rushed visit to those ice-decorated places in my travels on frosty mornings.
I like those almost wintry photos where long shadows draw strange watermarked geometrical figures in the material of the mist
This is a beautiful shot of the old church.
Thanks, Kim. It was a marvel to see in person, too, and I hope the photo rightly depicts how beautiful a moment that was. — JG
So beautiful! I see 2012’s calendar in the making!