Frosty Sunrise

And now for a little twist on yesterday's macro: I can see the sun rise through the prism of frost on the window of my truck.
More skies at Sky Watch. Go. It's worth the trip.

Crystal Clear

OK, I'm back to the macro work again: here's something from last week's cold spell - frost crystals on the window of my truck made a good subject. Oh how I sacrifice my creature comforts for CDP.
I'm sure there's a science lesson in there somewhere. I'm seeing the abundance of grace in science.

February Made Me Shiver

It may be 28 degrees Fahrenheit (that's -2 degrees for all you Celsius folks) for my morning walk in the park, but the air is so crisp, and the colors are so sharp and clean that a bit of shivery cold won't hurt me. Plus, the bare trees give me a better view of traffic on the river.
This was taken a few days ago before we got snowed on.

Magic Circle

This little plaza by the BB&T tower looked so magical in the light reflected from the tower's windows.

Snowy Trees

Snow is a word that strikes panic into the hearts of Knoxvillians. The one inch dusting of snow that fell yesterday closed all the schools in Knox and surrounding counties. But to be fair, the roads around here are hilly and winding, secondary roads are not treated or cleared, and no one has snow tires.

Austerity

Here's an austere winter scene: a full moon rising by a bare tree on a cold winter afternoon. This is one of the few moon shots I've taken that doesn't totally look like an amorphous blob. Progress!
For seasonal scenes around the globe, go visit Sky Watch.

Winter Berries

The Tharpe Trace trail follows the bluff around Mead's Quarry. It's a strenuous hike, but it's one of my favorites. The drowned marble quarry and surrounding property, an abandoned repository for junk and a popular site for criminal activity for many years, was purchased a few years ago by Ijams Nature Center. While the footprint of industry remains, nature is reclaiming its own. And of course, I've taken some interesting shots of this in-between-land that I'll post later.

Winter Rain

Cold winter rain drums a staccato beat on the roofs of cars as they hiss and splash through leaf-choked puddles. They disappear down the street, and I'm left with sodden trousers and a beautiful shot of holiday gold.