January 26, 2012. Dirt and frost. A chilly morning walk and in exactly 3 places I found these isolated patches of frost. I wondered about it, what could explain that particular spot and the events that brought this out. And then I looked at the lines, tracks dragging through the icy surface, not substantial enough to deflect the breaking of the surface to reveal the moist cold mud beneath. The criss-cross of the tire tracks was testament to coming and going, even at this early hour. If I were a tracker, I would love mud, and frost.
