Fresh snow covers a railroad bridge over Starkweather Creek.
No dreaming necessary.
Snow covered pine trees — one of the quintessential scenes of Christmas in Wisconsin.
The winter solstice is one of my favorite days of the year. Once we get through this longest night, the season of darkness turns the tide, and the sun blesses us with more daylight each day (at least for the next six months).
This artificial light is one of the wall sconces at the Wisconsin Historical Society.
We’ve had dense fog in Madison for two straight days. Some people complain about the gloominess the fog brings, but I love its mysterious nature.
The calendar and the leaves on the ground tell me it’s autumn. The unusually cold temperatures in Madison tell me it’s winter.