Here's what it looked like from my front window this morning, mysterious and beautiful. It drew me outside with my camera. Even the smallest, finest fibers were coated with frost crystals, old spider webs suddenly alive with beauty, dead weed stalks taking on grace. The chickens stood quietly among the white-coated brush, the horse motionless in the mist-filled barnyard. Everything seemed in slow-motion, meditative, hushed amidst such a whitened landscape. Here are some more pictures:
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