An oldie but goodie. This is one of my favorite images of all time. Is it because I stood in knee-deep snow for about 20 minutes before the sun was just at the right spot? Maybe.

To me, this image says Wisconsin. I can remember the crisp, cold, clean feeling of the air. It wasn’t quite cold enough to hurt my face, but I knew that it had the power to do so.

The muted hues in this image dampen December’s wrath, and remind me that Winter is not all horrible cold and cringing against the merciless wind. It is also gentle mornings and the promise of the sunrise.