Wake up one morning to a world covered in Hoar Frost and you feel that you've awakened in Faeryland. You must get out quickly to enjoy it, because as soon as the sun is high enough in the sky, the icy magic will vanish. The light on a late Winter afternoon, when the sun is low in the sky, and just before he begins his descent to below the horizon is often nothing short of spectacular. I love being out between 4 and 5 o'clock in February when the show begins.
And night brings it's own frosty beauty. That's when the deer slide out of the dusk to come to our garden for food. They are amazing creatures. One minute they are there, and the next they have become part of the shadows again. (This photo was taken just at dusk, but they usually come later in the evening as well.)
And the Winter moon is incredible - icy white and shining down, spilling silver across the fields and lighting the night with enchantment.