We had our first deep frost this morning, and I set out early to try and capture it, there was a ghostly white mist hanging over the pasture, the first intimations of the winter pasture that will come, winter can be an extraordinarily beautiful time of year, but challenging, as it is devoid of what we think of as color, I get drunk on color in the summer,

The first deep frost is a signal of change, time for the grass and flowers to die, time for us to put out hay for the animals. A transition from one time to another.