Saturday Frost

This last week before the winter solstice (with only eight shopping days until it’s far too late to shop, except on-line and even then without some kind of impossible reindeer-conveyed courier), my sleep-befuddled eye is taken by

. a lake of frost at Stanford

. a Scottie dog strutting down the sidewalk in a handsome red sweater

. a reader sitting cross-legged and soaking up the afternoon sun in the apricot orchard outside the library

image:  Frost mist on Hjellevannet, Ernst Vikne