He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoar frost like ashes.
He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold? -Psalms 147:16-17
We drove through areas of extreme frost today. The barbed wire on the fences were thick with white frost and they were lined with white frosted tumble weeds. It was a surreal environment where it looked like everything had been instantly frozen. It was eerie without movement or life except for an occasional hawk perched in white frosted trees hoping for the next meal to venture across the white landscape.
My iPod photos in the moving car this afternoon do not do it justice. This morning would have been the best time to get pictures but alas I was at the wheel and couldn't do it.
I was so thankful for the heater in the car. I could not imagine what the people of old had to endure in horse and buggy in that deep freeze.
God's artwork is always the best. Man can only try to reproduce it but he can never make it look as good as the original done by the Master artist.
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