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Frost on a bedroom window in Toronto

  One Toronto winter had an almost endless spell of extremely cold weather. Each morning I awoke to a completely new pattern of frost on the bedroom window that disappeared each day when the sun shone on it. Like tales from the Arabian nights, or good radio drama or a good book, you could image all sorts of wonderful new scenes each day. This one makes me think of plants growing under water in a mystical sea. Other days there were supernovae, processions of nuns marching through the mountains, sailing ships in wild ocean storms.  

 

Just before sunrise (black and white)
Just before sunrise
Just after sunrise
Frost just before sunrise (B & W) Frost just before sunrise
Frost just after sunrise

© Arnold Matthews