I spent New Year's day walking around a beautiful park and found myself marveling at the rich colors and textures to be found in the heart of winter. While the sun was out, there was a richness to the colors that you don't find in warmer seasons.
I know, I know. I've been dreadful at this lately. I'll try to fix that in short order. For now, let me share a few shots from my visit with my family over the holidays. Vermont is cold in Winter, but it is also beautiful. Only then do you se the branches, heavy and glistening with ice, arched over roads. And there's something magical about the smell of baking ginger bread when the outside world is shrouded in white.