After my early morning snowshoeing in the new winter wonderland that is Iowa, I stopped in our yard to take some photos. After making my way to the back of the house, I was composing these branch images. When I distractedly moved to the side to get a better vantage point, my snowshoes unexpectedly stepped right off the short rock wall of our patio (at an unhelpful angle). Down I went. But other than a slightly twisted ankle, a somewhat awkward time getting vertical again, and marginally damaged pride, I am fine. How we suffer for our art! 😉