‘Twas a Cold and Frosty Morning Frost on Grass Frosty mornings, though typically sunny, are always cold, sometimes bitter cold, but that haze of white in the air, the way chimney smoke lingers against the horizon, in no hurry as it slowly billows away from the chimney’s silhouette, and the tiny rainbow diamond sparkles on every object make me forget the cold—like this morning as I ran around the back door with slippers and no coat photographing the beauty of a frosty morning. Frost-edged Leaf Looking closely, it coats the world in a thin rime of sparkling white as if it’s been coated in sugar; looking even closer, or seeing it on a window, you can even see the crystals. Frost-tinged Wood This was the first beautiful place I noticed, the wood of the railing on the steps to my deck and the way the frost outlined the grain of the wood. I applied my cross-screen filter here, though it’s barely apparent. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Post navigation Christmas RainIn Hospital at Christmas Leave a ReplyCancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.