The day after our last snow storm was a stupendously beautiful day.
It was very cold, but we're adapted to that by now. In the morning, the sun rose upward toward some clouds in the sky. Shyla and I had only about 5 minutes of the reddish sunrise light.
Because it was so cold and the air was still, the trees looked like snow sculptures, with a coating of snow and frost covering them.
It wasn't just the twigs but every part of the trees, as you can see behind Shyla in the next photo.
Then, a bank of clouds swept up a valley in front of the sun. It made a fiery sight.
I couldn't take my eyes off of it because it looked surreal.