Fog and cold mornings, frost on the grass, almost eerily silent. It's tough to get up early on cold winter mornings, but it's all worthwhile when I find something like this.
Just a couple of days after I took this photograph, the weather has turned soggy again. All the rain is flooding the creeks, and my pond is four times its normal size. From frosty pastures to reflections in the blink of an eye... that's winter in the Northwest.