The Frozen Trail
It is cold, the kind that bites you when it greets you coming out the front door.
The creek is nearly frozen, with cracks and bumps and snow dusted over but, in places you can still see the dark water rushing benieth.
I watched a herd of deer crossing it gingerly the morning I took this picture, slowly following one another, then lunging quickly up the bank on the other side. Then they picked their way slowly almost delicately through the forest on the other side.