We have had several days of beautifully clear weather, which generally means colder temperatures. This morning the thermometer was reading about 15 degrees below zero. Everything outside is coated in a thick layer of hoar frost, and it sparkles like diamonds in the sun. If you brush against the branch of a tree, a fairy dusting of snow comes floating down. The wind is blessedly still for the moment, so the cold feels crisp without being piercing.
The sun’s arc across the sky is still low, from southeast to southwest, and the slanted rays give a rich light to the frozen land. When the light is like that, it has a magnifying effect on the
The deep cold of the past few weeks has hardened the
This morning, just as it was getting light, I looked out our front window to see a minimally dressed runner jogging along the snowmachine trail in front of our house. “Holy cow,” I thought. “Is he dedicated or just crazy?” To be out jogging at 15 below, I think one would have to be a little bit of both.
Photos by The Tundra PA.
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