Two rare events occurred this morning. First, I woke up early (which many of you know is not a common occurrence). And second, when I opened my eyes I discovered the most lovely frost feathers had grown on my window pane overnight. I hopped out of bed, grabbed the camera and took these photos. I then shut my eyes just as the sun was rising. When I awoke again they had disappeared completely.
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." - Crowfoot