it’s that time of year when we often wake up to light dustings of snow. by mid-morning the wind has picked up just enough to send it all cascading. this morning on the way to my son’s school, i was lucky enough to catch this dusted white pine along my driveway, with its bundles of needles weighted down into the shapes of old-fashioned haystacks. by the time i returned it has shaken itself clean like a dog.

frosted white pine fascicles

saint paul, minnesota