I've been feeling quite low about winter this year, what with the regular snowfall and the subzero windchill and the muddy-salty roads not fit for puppy's paws.
All I had to do was head to the woods behind the ice rink down the road to rediscover that winter is magical. Once I was moving, I was not cold anymore. I planned to stay for half an hour, but I stretched the hike to an hour, just past nightfall. I think I heard two types of owls out in those woods.
As I was taking photos and editing them, I kept thinking that there can be such a fine line between a black and white and a color photo when snow and ice are the subject.