Ice, Mountains, Beauty And Christmas

I was traveling up to the farm on Christmas morning. As I began to drive through the Adirondacks, the roads were free of snow and the air was clear enough for some nice long distance views. Then, driving through the town of Keene, New York, I could see mountains covered with frost up ahead:

Once I was actually driving up in the mountains, I could see that the trees and the rocks were indeed frosted, covered with frozen humidity:

As I gained altitude, I saw more and more of the color white:

And then I passed through the valley of the Cascade chain of lakes. There, the winter weather is always worse:

By the time I arrived in Ray Brook, all the trees were frosted and even Smokey The Bear had a face full of snow as he wished me happy holidays:

As I passed through the Town of Brighton, I could see the surrounding mountains seemingly lighted by reflected ice. Notice the low flying clouds in the bottom right portion of the picture:

The very air was turning white and translucent as I traveled the high northern plains of the Adirondacks:

There was beauty all around on that quiet Christmas morning:

Daphne and Clover contentedly sat by my side while Seamus, Fergus, Wally and Winky rode in the back. We were having a happy Christmas: