Took a walk in the woods on Christmas eve and took lots of pictures.
a wooded hill overlooking the upper beaver pond
birches at the edge of the canary grass field
looking down at the upper beaver pond
looking out over the beaver stream, into the hawk field–night coming on. this is about 4 pm.
at the edge of the hidden meadow
ice on apple tree twigs
everywhere I walked I scattered broken bits of ice. It was like walking through a china shop.