My Life in My Hands

By IanCam

Fragile Frost

At this time of year the frost may come, but recoils with the first kiss of the sun.

I went in close with the lens, then even closer with the crop. Stangely it's the halos of light that take my eye. They seem to be in focus away from the narrow band of focus on the shed roof.

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