It isn't the picture I take that I regret. It's the picture I don't take that causes me to wonder why didn't I?
So despite the foggy, cold, very frosty morning I headed outside before sunrise, before work, to take pictures that could only be found on such a day.
First, the burning bush.
Then the roses. You know how they say no two snowflakes are alike? I believe the same can be said about ice crystals on the leaves of rosebushes.