My little series of photos from this winter’s frost is about to come to an end for this year with a visit to Turkey Run State Park.
Crossing the bridge over frozen Sugar Creek offers a dream of wintry serenity.
This changes dramatically when we enter the canyon — the walls seem like murals from the other side.
Is this the entrance to another kind of dream?
And are one imagined eye and nose enough to make me tremble?
But look, the sun is shining, and the thawing has begun.
The Inner Frame 