Yesterday morning it was c-o-l-d and frosty on my walk in the park. The puddles were iced over, with these beautiful shapes and patterns. So I captured a few, for posterity, and then....
C R U N C H !
There is something so satisfying to crunching a thin layer of ice, don't you think? I don't know, maybe it's just me, but it's one of winter's little pleasures in my book.
Don't worry, I left a few of the puddles unbroken, in case a kid came along. I didn't want to hog all of the fun.