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The sound of frost crunching under my boot is one I tend to forget well into the warmer months, but happily re-welcome in the fall.  It’s like that first whiff of salty, breezy ocean air in the summer, the rustling of the first fall leaves, the muffled, still quiet of the first snow – a sign of change.  How lucky I am to experience the seasons here in the mid-atlantic.  To commemorate a new month and a beautiful, crisp morning I have some frosty photos.  I am *hoping* someone gets me the 50mm lens I want for Christmas… until then I have to fake the funk to get some pseudo bokeh.