The door was shut, as doors should be,
Before you went to bed last night;
Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,
And left your window silver white.
He must have waited till you slept;
And not a single word he spoke,
But pencilled o’er the panes and crept
Away again before you woke…
Gabriel Setoun, Jack Frost
HANNA'S WALK 
Beautiful serie of photographs.
Thank you, Ronald! It’s a lot of fun to have the opportunity when the right moments are there 😎
I love the little glimpses of color in your images here, Hanna! Especially that last shot — after a visit from Jack Frost, even a train crossing can look festive! 🙂
In fact the train crossing is one of my favourite motives especially when small pillows of snow are clinging to the colourful warning signs 😊
Thanks, Heide!!
I love these photos!
It’s a lovely neighbourhood with a lot of industrial history linked to the river’s several mills.
Fortunately, many buildings have been preserved and restored, giving the neighbourhood a unique charm, along with the river and the beautiful nature it runs through.
Thanks a lot, Montucky!!
I haven’t seen Jack Frost much this year, though there’s still time for him to visit. If he comes, I hope I see some lovely scenes, like the ones in your photos.
Thanks a lot, Linda. It is a pleasure to experience. I hope you have the chance ❤
This is great! The colours of the houses, the tractor and the train, standing out in the whiteness. With snow every bit of colour becomes a splash. 🙂
Hi Peter. I think the scenes could be part of a Christmas movie for children. Cute houses, train and tractor, snow and colours 😊
Thanks!!!
Jack Frost doesn’t get in so much these days. I wonder what he does with his time.
Alen
I don’t expect him to walk in your olive groves, Alen. Jack Frost has uncannily much to do in North America ⛄🛷⛷ 😁