Southwestern Wisconsin in the winter is cold. Colors are muted but there to be found. In the bottom of the creek bed are ancient sedimentary rocks cast there by massive forces, worn down by wind and water, tweezed apart by swelling frost. Green mosses thrive in all months while grass grows slowly under the snow.
Nighttime lit by the moon or Sylvania casts golden shadows and bounces lens rainbows into the blue-dark sky.
Some creatures are built for speed even in their heaviest coat. (Click any image to see them full-sized)