Lately mornings have been dusted with a glittering layer of frost. The low beams of early sunlight catching all of those tiny sparkles are the one thing that I truly enjoy photographing this time of year. Between autumn’s fiery parade and winter’s velvety white blankets of snow, there is a time when I am not easily tempted to take off my gloves and pull out my camera. Carefully layered woollens and barely warm hands are not often sacrificed for the sake of a few pictures. But when there is a touch of frost and a beautiful light, I suddenly feel ready to bask in their glow.