I awoke this morning about 2:15 to see hard cold frost covering the snow that had fallen the evening before.How could I plan such a beautiful landscape. If only I could paint it right...
The light was so orchestrated I could see the Hand of the Master Painter.
It happens more often these days. Just a few days ago, we were riding in the car and suddenly there was a strange irridescence to the tips of the frosted trees against the dark snow clouds.. Even the man of the house commented that moments that take away your breath are what makes living worth it all.
