Winter Wonders

Sure, it looks pretty.

You’ll get no argu­ment from me.

But the night before, dri­ving down the Trans-Cana­da High­way in fog dense enough that I could­n’t see the lights of Bran­don from one kilo­me­ter away, I was­n’t think­ing of the beau­ty of hoar­frost. I was think­ing, pray­ing real­ly, “Just let us get home.”

Also: The rugelach (or Jew­ish Pas­try) turned out just fine.

Inter­est­ed in prints of my pho­tos? Let me know, and we can work some­thing out.