This morning it was below freezing. It’s been said that Nature was the first artist.
And so she painted in frost on my deck railing!
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. – John Burroughs
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. – John Steinbeck
Winter is a glorious spectacle of glittering fractals complete with a soundscape and atmosphere entirely its own. – Anders Swanson
