As I opened the screen door to my lakehouse, the cool air tickled my face, very unusual for Spicewood, Texas. I could see my chilled breath against the countryside scenery. The landscape was almost wintery, frost had engulfed my potted plants and chills had sprouted up my arms. I stepped off the porch and into the world. I set off to find adventure, with nothing but my camera and my heart. I wandered endlessly around our 40 acres of property. Each inch had something new. I strolled into a dense forest area where the trees seemed to loom over me, like strangers in the night. But then, I came across a familiar stream, filled with lively fish and jolly little turtles, all caught up in their own crazy worlds. My cozy tree house stood tall and