Frost On The Window

When it is extremely cold here in Minnesota, the air holds nothing. The light is stark and clear and bright. The sun, itself, seems hard and brittle. But, I think there is such a thing as too much clarity. My camera and I prefer to enjoy the gentler light passing through my dusty windows.

This morning’s note: Yesterday it was -15F (-26 for you “C” folks). But now it has warmed to -1, enough for a lovely fresh coat of snow.
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Poem clip:
And o’er the window crept the hoary frost,
With many a wayward freak and curious antic,
In varied lines, that quaintly blent and crossed
In tracery romantic.
– Mrs. Rhoda A. Faulkner, FROST ON THE WINDOW
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Uploaded by HelenJr on 6 Feb ’07, 6.02am CST.