It was bitter cold this morning, but the sky was a deep blue and the rising sun lit up the frost and ice that had gathered on the tree limbs of our apple tree. I had to run out in my nightshirt to wait for the sun to be right behind one of the tree limbs.

That is definitely a wake-up call.

The colors and sky and snow came together in a beautiful kind of fusion, which I tried to catch in one of my new photo editing programs. It isn’t one color, it’s many, it isn’t one thing, it’s everything. Some photos want to be photos, some photos want to be paintings.

This is what cold morning in upstate New York looks and feels like to me which is why I love living here (among other reasons.)