My sister wrote; One wintry early morning after Christmas, my dad insisted I look outside at the fresh snow, he called it a hoar frost and said it was rare and beautiful. I loved it, and I think it was mother that drove me around so I could photograph it. We drove up to Princeton and I photographed the river scenes there. And you’ll see one with icicles from their house. I posted several shots on the internet, and my friend Angela Carole Brown , a supremely talented singer, author, sculptor and poet asked if she could use them for her video. Of course.I said yes. I do like seeing my photos! Not all are mine (you’ll figure that out) but about half are.