Hoarfrost wraps itself around the landscape on a late winter morning.

Hoarfrost wraps itself around the landscape on a late winter morning.

I love the delicate pastel colours of a lovely winter morning. Isn’t this marvellous?

A standing birds’ eye perspective of the icy landscape that was the front yard a few days ago.

It is remarkable that this former schoolhouse has survived a wave of old building knockdowns intended to open up another one fifth acre of cropland.
While I’m glad it has survived to this time, I cannot help wondering how much longer its charmed life will continue,

I make a 180 degree pivot after taking the previous photo and see the moon setting, braced by tree limbs and hydro lines.
Taken together, a lovely way to start the day.

Behold: a glorious sunrise.

The morning following the sunset in the previous post graced us with a glorious sunrise.
It is good to be alive.

A recent evening was graced by a lovely evening vista.

Evening begins drawing a curtain on the day. As the day ends one considers the days’ experiences and ponder the lessons to be drawn from them, ponder how to apply those lessons.

The limbs and twigs of our Manitoba maple contrast a blue, blue sky.
