First Time in Santa Fe

Several decades ago when I awoke one morning at Beechfield House in Wiltshire and looked out the window, I was astounded — everything was covered with a glistening white glaze.  I learned that it was a hoar frost.  Perhaps due to the unusually dry air in Santa Fe, I have never seen one here.  

But a few mornings ago we were greeted by a Santa Fean attempt.  In these photos you can see how the frost, unlike in England, does not cover everything.  Still it was quite magical.  And gone by early morning.

Top of tree next to master bedroom porch

Looking west

Looking WNW

Front Gate