Winter sonata

My, my, the weather is definitely a grand force to be reckoned with. Such a reverence overtakes me as I watch the snow blanket my little world - guess the decades of temperate Californian winters will do that to a gal. This morning I drove out of my garage into a soundless portal of foggy and snowy white.

Snow-laden tree:


The window screen, crystallized in beauty:


Lord, let me walk with You:

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