|Squall coming across Lake Wicwas|
|Just a taste, but at least it's white!|
|Last week's fog|
|And the same spot, two days later|
|The clouds clearing|
|For a warm December sight|
|I know you're down there|
And more proof that the deer survived hunting season: hoof prints on a neighbors beach.
All it takes is one cold night after a good rain to give birth to these beautiful little ice formations which emanate from the warm, saturated soil.
These curved crystals are about a half an inch long and grow right of pores in the soil, extracting ever more moisture from the ground, pushing the ice crystal farther and farther out.
The sun is now just about the lowest it ever gets in the sky; the winter solstice occurs on Tuesday. By Christmas the days will already be getting longer - next time I see you, we'll be on the other side!
|The winter sun peeks through bare poles now that all the sails have been furled for the season|