And Frost starts to make an appearance.
There is nothing that paints like Frost.

At the pond, a thin film of ice traps ice bubbles, and reflects back trees and sky.
Water stills, and that stillness brings its own patterns.
It's good to take a moment to be still oneself, just to look.
Not that Taffy can be still for long. She adores romps in the woods, sniffing along the edges of the pond, checking for frogs,squirrels, the invisible trails of deer.
Weather always looks worse through a window. This is a great time to put on the appropriate gear and get outdoors!
Beautiful photographs, and
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Wendy
Beautiful pics!
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