This is what the frost looked like on bare fields (above) and orchards (above and below).
So stark and monochromatic in one direction, and so warmly colored in another --
Up close, as always, there was Jack Frost magic to be seen.
Frost or no frost, the view out over Lake Michigan is worth stopping to admire any time of year. Here it was on Wednesday morning:
And then again later in the day --
Large vistas and small corners -- all are captivating. The frost in the field around the little building below isn't obvious, but this particular building always charms me, and the stripey wild apples? Love 'em! And yes, by the time I reached the apples, the frost was only a memory.
