Apart from a few weeks in early January, it's been an incredibly mild winter (..so far...) here in the Highlands. However, just a short walk up into the mountains you can find pockets where the frost has taken hold on the landscape.
I am always entranced by the way frost can turn a simple patch of dulled-by-winter countryside and turn it into a piece of short lived artwork - these frosty impressions are unique and only captured at that one specific moment in time by a camera.
Today I found these grasses, encased in the patterned frost, their roots entombed in the ice whilst their spent seed heads are held by rigid frozen steams. As soon as the ice melts they will collapse and rot into the silty soil but for now they are as perfect as any flower arrangement or a solid sculpture captured in bronze.