"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, "Winter Sunshine"
Brrrrrrr! Hope all of you in these parts are staying safe and warm. As noted yesterday, here a are couple more winter-morning scenes when Jack Frost left his mark as far as the eye could see.