Sometimes, the most beautiful pictures have nothing special, but just a look at the world. Part of the road to my house is not used by autos. One Saturday morning, as I approached the top of the hill, I turned around a took a few pictures of my footprints in the snow. The snow was much deeper a few weeks earlier, too deep for me to walk. (I now have snowshoes. Maybe next winter!)
A few hours later, as I was returning, I took a few more pictures. The sun was much brighter, but it was still cold.
More snow pictures next year!