We’re spending Christmas in Nebraska with Jerod’s family, enjoying a much needed break. We didn’t have the traditional white Christmas, unlike probably 90% of the country which seems to be under a blizzard warning. Instead, we awoke to a foggy morning and beautiful hoar frost. I was able to snap some landscape photos after a yummy breakfast of Danish aebleskivers and the opening of presents. While the Sandhills and Plains may not be beautiful in the traditional sense, I was mesmerized by the frost and thoroughly enjoyed it. Hope you do to.
I absolutely adore this tree – the way it bends towards the road. The way the frost makes it looks like it is inside a snow globe and yet, the grass is green with a few hints of frost.
More frost on some neighboring trees alongside the winter wheat crop. So simple and beautiful, yet such an odd combination.
An old irrigation flume survives just a few miles north of town. I loved the arc and shape against the bright blue sky along with the glittering frosty grass.
