Stopping by the roadside on a snowy morning. apologies to Robert Frost.
Every tree along the river was covered in rime ice this morning. It's hard to describe the sense you get when you see this. It's like the body of Michael Pollard in the movie Scrooged. Gray, yet the whitest white. The pines look really great but it's hard to get a picture of them.
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