A sublime sunrise blesses a harvested field dusted with frost.
Tag: frost
Frost
The landscape of frost on the car roof shortly after sunrise compelled me to stop and capture it, to admire it for a moment before I drove away and it disappeared, never to be seen again. It was a reminder to stop and appreciate what is, because you may never see, hear, feel, experience it again.
Shavings
Wednesday morning brought a light frost, light enough that I scraped mere shavings off of the windshield. Their appearance was so cool that I had to capture them; in doing so I captured myself capturing them.
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