"The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim, The shades of night are liftin', The morning light steals across my windowpane, Where webs of snow are driftin'" - Song For A Winter's Night

My stepfather's mother passed away peacefully during finals week for me. I never got to say good-bye. But the day of her funeral was peaceful. Frost thickly covered the trees. Snow was on the ground. It was just a beautiful monochrome drive to her hometown. So here are the pictures from that December day in 2007 with my iPhone.