Welcome quiet months for reading and writing as snow chunks down on pine trees. For a writer these are the months I most look forward to, when all holiday feasting is past and focused thinking time stretches out in front of us, until the birds’ feather their nests and Spring Break beckons. These are quiet months made for listening. Here on the big lake we hear the cracking open of milkweed pods, the ticking steps of a freezing harbor and creaking tree boughs bending beneath weighty crystals. Children dread the back-to-school months after the holidays, but today’s icy possibilities await. Go outside and photograph the white-out glaze of frozen fog on barren branches, holy reminders of how God transforms everything and makes it new – even the sleepiest of barren trees.