It's the time of the year when every blade of grass, every branch of a tree gets clothed in sparkling crystals of frost. My fellow 'Krumlov Brit' Potok and I went for a long walk in the sunshine today and truly, photos just don't capture the intensity of light, the sharp clear air and the jewel-like sparkle that almost blinds you as you make your way across the fields. But here is at least a pale reflection to share with you all.
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