Afternoon light on a winter's day is soft and mellow.  Its white turns cream colored. Its yellows look blue-grey.It is still. You can feel it breathe.The shadows lengthen and suddenly the light is gone.

Marble hung on my wind chimes reflects an upside-down rendition of tree, snow dusted grass, and sky. I want to see what I might be missing.

Looking for texture.Found ice blown against the glass during last night's northeaster.The ice formed little bumps like glass beads.Blocked the sun, but not completely.