A Day to Be Outside

Besides being a quiet day for the telephone, Sunday was a day to be outside. It was cold enough to freeze the slush of last week, yet warm enough to rush outside with camera, warm coat and flimsy shoes (note that snow pants and sub-zero boots were omitted). Frozen grass crunched and crackled under said flimsy shoes. Last week's warm days did a number on our snow.

I have an acquired taste for field landscapes, a result of growing up on the cultivated prairie no doubt. I do love the look of frozen, black dirt sprinkled with snow. My favorite, though, would be an un-worked field of stubble, sun bleached to a buttery yellow by the winter sun.