On this day, a year ago, I was moving slowly through the forest, sensing what is around me, and taking it all in. I could imagine the frost on the leaves and branches before me animated and dancing. Here are a few highlights from that day.

hoar frost on a branch
frosty maple leaves dried and hanging onto the branch
branch laced with hoar frost
hoar frost covered leaf dried and hanging on in January
buckthorn berries and hoar frost