This red phone box is just outside the church gates in Snowshill, a village tucked into a bowl of green hills in the English Cotswolds. A pretty name, but not pronounced the way you might think. Not Snows-Hill or even Snow-Shill but closer to SNOWzzle.
This was the last light of the afternoon as the dogs and I returned from a snowshoe up in the woods. January has some of the most colorful evening skies.