Some winter mornings are Creator-kissed and glisten with near-blinding brilliance. (Click on the pictures for a larger view.)
My eyes can rest a bit in the relative gloom of the cedar grove.
On another day, a warmer one, mist adds to the beauty and mood, almost softening the jagged chunks of ice in the foreground.
Views like this are our reward for enduring weeks of below-freezing temperatures and shoveling tons of snow.
A small tree in my backyard bows under its snowy burden. After taking the shot, I stepped outside, shook off the snow and the tree sprang back up, I trust, gratefully.
In a few short weeks, the cushions will be back on the chairs and I'll be sitting there, enjoying a beverage.
I hope. I really, really hope. This has been a lovely, Currier-&-Ives-like, but overly-long winter.