Encapsulated

I woke to a world of icy wonder today. These were taken early around 7 am, anxious to get them before it warmed up and all melted, but that never happened. The ice is still encircling every little thing. So pretty!

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"