Like tiny snowballs, the spent blossoms of autumn aster sported pom-poms of snow.
An icy cage imprisoning rose hips became beauty held captive.
Nature's artistic hand surrounded leaves with ice and became ephemeral sculpture.
The February first storm hit nw Ohio and just outside my window the wind chases snowflakes across the street and whipping over the open field rushing toward tomorrow.
Stay warm & well, my friends!