|A fox had crossed this field, just like shown in a post of mine from last February.|
By the time I stepped out in the afternoon, it was already some 10 to 15 degrees milder, ‘only’ something around -15 to -20°C (5 to -4°F). It’s not that easy to handle a camera even in that kind of frost. I was wearing woolen mittens but my fingers were soon freezing and I had to run back to the house. Still, everything was so beautiful that the few minutes I could stand the cold were enough to record some of the icy wonders.