Morning, end of our road
Footprints on the canal.
We presumed these were also some type of print, which snow or loose crystals had then drifted around. Except that even most birds don't seem to put one foot right in front of the other, and there were places where we saw a similar formation but just one or two, not a trail.
In the evening the sun tinted all those white trees at the end of the road a lovely pinky/orange.