Nowadays, the landscape is mostly in black and white.  This is the view from the kitchen:

Snow on the trees is the only difference between bleakness and winner wonnerland.  It doesn’t happen often enough that I get used to it.  There was a beautiful white scene early the other day caused by freezing fog.  It was all gone by lunchtime.

I love the squiggles, life imitating abstract expressionism:

The lake is frozen now.  It took a few weeks.

There’s a little bit of colour indoors.