Christmas took me to a little farmhouse in the tri-cities area of Illinois. There was plenty of cold, but no snow. I'm not sure if I'm happy or sad about the lack of snow. I've never really shot any photos in the snow. Then again, I'm pretty happy with what I got.
The abandoned farmhouse down the road looked nice in the morning sun.
The resident donkey was always looking for a hand out.
It was warm enough during the day that the creek hadn't frozen over yet.
But there was a little ice.
We hiked the old train tracks until we found the end of the line.
And although the stars at night are big and bright deep in the heart of Texas, the skies in Illinois give Texas a run for its money.