The heavy, wet, ‘sticky’ snow also was caught in the gate.

The heavy, wet, ‘sticky’ snow also was caught in the gate.

A wet, ‘sticky’ snowfall was caught and held by all it contacted. Our redbud tree became a work of art.

The glory of sunrise. The glory of a new day, a beginning. Everything is possible.

Normally this young tree is lost against a busy, busy background of trees, bush, fields. A very foggy morning gives it the opportunity to be the focus of attention.

A bit of greenery wears diamonds, treasures of dew conjured from thin air. It’s important to make time and effort to see the small things right underneath us.

Morning frost on an old roof created an unusual, and unusually beautiful, landscape.

Fungi tap into a tree stump in our backyard, adding visual interest to the landscape.
