Denton Road's Winter Finery, Part 2

I continued on Denton Road and could see the tracks of an Amish buggy which had gone before me:

I'd passed out of the farmland portion of the road and was entering into forest land:

The white birches bowed right over onto the road from the weight of the ice:

This gigantic old stump stood alone at the edge of the forest. I'd photographed it once before, near Halloween, since it looked so spooky. It must have been a very large and old tree before it died:

Icy beauty along both sides of the road:

The mostly hardwood forest had occasional bursts of native pines, both White Pine and Red Pine:

And Beech trees still sported their brown leaves:

There were icy bursts of white filigree along the road:

And my Amish neighbor's farm field, cut by hand out of forest over the last several years:

I could identify places where former farm fields had been by their smaller trees:

And other places had apparently been forest for a very long time:

I knew I'd reached Nicholville when I drove out of the forest and came to active farmland once again. So I put my camera away and continued on toward my destination: