Old Roof

I noticed the fence around a small homestead had fallen during the snow, so I boldly went to have a look. Sadly uninhabited and in ruins, it is the last house in a village on the edge of a small lake. The reeds were flattened by where the ice must have flattened it, almost up to the house.

There was one solitary stalwart on the far side of the lake there, still brave or maybe hungry enough to fish on the lake. Rather him than me. He didn't look too worried walking from hole to hole.