Winter provides so many opportunities for photographers who can cope with frozen fingers, wet feet, and a foggy lens.
At the same time the Frosted Willow was reaching its tendrils towards the misty lake, this lonely and broken little fence marched its way into the depths, and received similar amounts of attention from the throng of photographers.
I played with rotating the image 90 degrees anticlockwise, and cropping to the fence and its reflection. It looks like a gown of broken spiders’ webs. An idea to play with in the future, perhaps.