Outside it is moody, I'm guessing it has something to do with the thick fog last night. As I gazed out the window early this morning I discovered the beauty of a sparkling glaze of frost on all things, making the trees and bushes look ghostly in appearance. I opened the living room drapes and saw a murder of crows in the big Maple tree. Grabbing my camera I rushed back to the window only to have them fly away when they heard or saw me and my camera at the window. 
Camera in hand, I couldn't let this spookiness get away, Duncan and I sped to the park. The clouds were thick, and the winter sun was desperately trying to poke through.
As Duncan and I walked through the Oak Forest, I felt a little creeped out. I have forever thought that Oak Trees are a little scary looking, but today they almost looked menacing. It was as if they were talking among themselves, and it felt like they were trying to decide what to do with this human intruder and her dog. I was greatly relieved when we emerged from the thickness of the old Oaks.
The forest behind us, we walked the rest of trail, headed for the Jeep when I saw the big Oak tree close to the trail. I couldn't resist shooting some pictures of Oak leaves laced with frost.
Beautiful.
