Sunday’s was the latest in a string of frigid nights. Sometime during the night, fog rolled over the area. Fog-enshrouded trees and shrubs, standing in below-zero Fahrenheit air, emerged in the morning’s light bearing beautiful white coats. I was happy I had a camera tucked away in my coat pocket when out on an errand. It was beauty not to be missed, and a pleasure to share.
Beauty not to be missed