Since some of you have asked, I’ve been trying to take pictures of our frozen Tundra up here. Our thermometer read about fifteen BELOW zero this morning, but it’s beautiful and sunny. One might be tempted to call it “crisp,” but that doesn’t quite capture the brightness, shininess, or the creaking, crunchy shock of this cold. Make no mistake, your nose runs and then everything freezes.
Here is my attempt to take a winter shot from the same place as the fall shot of the lake that is the cover of my book. It’s the same tree, which has been trimmed, but I can’t get the angle right, the leaves are, of course, gone, and a boat lift occupies a lot of the scene.
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