First Frost
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Camera slung around my shoulder, I step outside for a morning of birding, and my first step is accompanied by a crisp silence and the crunch of frozen ground underfoot. The first frost has come and shimmers in the morning light. A delicate, ethereal layer covers the land and is transformed by shimmering white, crystal patterns that sparkle like diamonds in the morning's golden rays. I abandon my birding to capture the beauty of the frost on this thistle and the stillness that surrounds me, adding prolonged life back into the dying flora.
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