I am discovering that a long, cold winter is also beautiful. It belongs to God, after all.
The mainland mountains boasting white attire:
Early morning frosty wonders on a rare clear day:
A forest twig burst open, its sap frozen in exquisitely delicate threads of ice:
The pleasure of a cold-weather-visitor looking for something to nibble on:
The pond down the road snowy and icy:
And, if you are lucky, a small winter beauty, inadequately dressed …