The Artist, Winter

 The sun returned to us yesterday... and with it, a bit of warmth.

After morning chores were finished and the horses were brought back to the barn, I took a trek down to our creek to see how things looked after the flood waters receded.

I was awestruck by the artistry that I found along the shore of the stream.

Old Man Winter is quite the sculptor.

From each and every tiny branch or root hung perfect crystal prisms...

glistening in the morning sunshine.

Where water had flowed along the ground, it left delicate works of art.

I thought this one looked like the head of a vulture.

I took many photos... each sculpture was so beautiful

and so unique.

All of them suspended in the air above the flowing water of the stream.

Thick, ice curtains hanging across a stage of rushing water...

decorating tree roots that have been laid bare by the ever-flowing water as it rushes down, down, down towards the river, and eventually the ocean.

These next photos were taken by our brother-in-law, Rob...

Nature never ceases to amaze me and fill me with awe.  It's fierce and wild, and yet, so very beautiful.  With the coming warm front, these sculptures will quickly melt and be gone.  I am so happy I was able to witness the enchantment!