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 
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 ⛄🛷⛷ 😁
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!!!
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 ❤
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 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!!
Beautiful serie of photographs.
Thank you, Ronald! It’s a lot of fun to have the opportunity when the right moments are there 😎