After a mild frost transformed the ground at De Pauw Nature Park into still lives, recent snow fall and deep frost has changed all of that again.
The walls of the former quarry are adorned with icicles, and the ground is a uniform white with occasional bits of vegetation sticking out,
creating patterns of light and dark.
Usually, the little lake is teeming with birds. Now only spare footprints tell me that I am not alone.
It is cold.