Jack Frost's den

I have been wanting to shoot this little place for a while now. Its around the corner from where I work, and even though it is by the side of a road it has an eerie presence to it. The fallen tree is quite special and I know I will go back and take more pictures throughout the year. Today was a special day, covered in frost and at time of taking these shots -4. It was worth every frozen moment though. The rushes in the frozen water and the branches against the white are very beautiful to look at. If ever there was a fairy wood - This is one.


Robert Frost, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" 1923

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep