This early morning as the dog and I were outside doing her business I watched the cresent moon shimmering above the snow laden trees in the front yard.  In the oh so early morning light of 5:00 a.m. my world was in black and white.  The spruce trees were dark shapes against the hazy sky.  The air filled with snowy mist partially obscured the moon hanging just above the tree tops.  The neighborhood was silent, a thick blanket of snow muffling any sound, the air was still.  It reminded me of an Ansel Adams photograph, and despite the cold temperatures, I felt warm.   http://www.anseladams.com/