Thanksgiving morning in Pennsylvania it was cold and pretty clear. There was a little snow and ice around the farm, but nothing serious. Wide angle and telephoto not only gave a different perspective on the sunrise, the color looked different too.
The trees on the mountain ridges to the east were thoroughly coated with ice and looked like crystals.
The pond, while not frozen solid, was completely frozen over.
Even by mid-afternoon, the mountain ridges were still like crystal palaces. I did not venture up there that day, even though the highway departments had most of the roads clear and passable.