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From a frosty morning autumn walk from last year
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Pentax K-5
SMC Pentax-M 50mm F1.7 (almost all shots with this lens taken with aperture at 2.0)
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We had our first frost of the season yesterday morning. Of course, I had to get out and play in it (with my camera). -)
in a pot on the deck
Smile on Saturday: frosty flora
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I have no longing for the cold season, and I might even say that I dread it a little. But it offers good opportunities to take more photos, of course. Here's a picture from January 2021. I just found it on my hard drive and can't remember how I edited it anymore, but I like it :-)
A fog and frost fills the farm and countryside... like brown cows give brown milk this frosty dairy cow must be where frosty shakes come from! : )
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. ~John Burroughs, "Winter Sunshine"
Had to stop the car to capture this lonely tree while exploring the wide open spaces near Leamington, Ontario
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Der Reif
Der Reif ist ein geschickter Mann:
O seht doch, was er alles kann!
Er haucht nur in den Wald hinein,
Wie ist verzuckert schön und fein
Ein jeder Zweig und Busch und Strauch
Von seinem Hauch!
Wie schnell es ihm von Händen geht!
Kein Zuckerbäcker das versteht.
Und alles fein und silberrein,
Wie glänzt es doch im Sonnenschein!
Wär' alles doch nur Zucker auch
Von seinem Hauch!
Doch nein, wir sind schon sehr erfreut,
Dass uns der Reif so Schönes beut.
O Winter, deinen Reif auch gib,
Uns ist auch Augenweide lieb,
Und ohne Duft und Frühlingshauch
Freu'n wir uns auch.
August Heinrich Hoffmann von Fallersleben (1798-1874)