Thursday, December 18, 2008

Jack Frost has left his touch upon our fields....





8 comments:

Gufobardo said...

I see a magic touch!

Sue said...

Pretty! Up here we call that hoar frost, and in the morning, if the sun hits it on the trees it is like millions of diamonds.

Once the sun is out though, you have to be fast
as the frost disappears quickly.

Magic indeed!

Sue

Sonia said...

How spectacular the serenity and peaceful it looks. Once again awed in the beauty of photos.

Peace to you and your family

Sonia ;)

3rdEyeMuse said...

poor sweet bird ... though there is something quite beautiful in its frostiness against the stones & the fields looks pretty amazing, too.

As Seen Through My Eyes.... said...

I agree...there IS something very very beautiful about that sweet frozen little form that caught my eye.
A sparkling shell where spirit once dwelled.
It was with reverence that I took that photo.

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Sprite said...

Aww, that poor little birdie, the frost is beautiful though. Today NY is mostly a sheet of ice ;)

Thank you for sharing.
Hugs, Sprite

Ulla said...

so tender and bittersweet...
Marilyn, I hope that the holidays bring you much joy and that the New Year grants all your wishes!
Hugs and kisses
Ulla