AWAKENING TO A MORNING of hoarfrost equates entering an enchanting, iced world of spectacular winter beauty.
Sharp ice crystals snuggle barren tree branches.
The world, uncolored, lies naked and exposed.
Dainty frost trims railings in bridal white lace.
Even though this is morning, the dreary, grey sky speaks of evening, of Robert Frost stopping by the woods.
© Copyright 2010 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
(I shot these hoarfrost images earlier this week at my Faribault home.)