11/17/09 – As day broke this morning a wonderland of fog and frost was slowly revealed. Each twig and needle frosty white and standing perfectly still in profound silence. Even the lapping of wavelets was absent as Sawbill Lake froze from shore to shore overnight. – Bill

A cedar branch wears its crystal coat.

The island slowly reveals itself to be surrounded by ice on Sawbill Lake.

The “moose pond” along the Sawbill Trail waiting for a moose to come along and break up the skim ice.