The short but beautiful reign of dean Frost in my hometown Boekel.

Boekel is a town where nothing really happens, ordinary people with their everyday lives, most people not noticing the beauty of their surroundings.

Every once in a while nature does an attemp to make the inhabitants of Mother Earth more aware its lustre. Real winters are rare in the Netherlands, but when, on one of these rare occasions, temperatures drop below zero, everything changes. Community workers come into action and start flooding the town square to create an ice ring where the children (and the children at heart) can ice skate. The christmas lights add to the atmosphere and the people doing their groceries just have to stop and watch the children play.

Since I haven't owned any ice skates for many years now, I settle for making a short walk around my house, taking a few pictures of the plants and trees covered in hoar frost. We have been living in this street for three years now and this is the first time we experience it in maidenly white, so I just couldn't resist.