On a hard crusted drift at the big meadow’s margin I made this photograph facing the winter wind. In the woods behind me the snow was soft and deep except where I’d broken a trail with my snowshoes to get to this place, one of my favorites. If I had put on my face mask I might have gone farther up the meadow making images along the way, but this day I spent only a few minutes on the crusty edge before heading back into the trees.