The fog-frosts and the fog continue.

January 14. 

The fog-frosts and the fog continue, though considerable of the frostwork has fallen. This forenoon I walk up the Assabet to see it. 

The hemlocks are perhaps a richer sight than any tree, — such Christmas trees, thus sugared, as were never seen. On  side you see more or less greenness, but when you stand due north they are unexpectedly white and rich, so beautifully still, and when you look under them you see some great rock, or rocks, all hoary with the same, and a finer frost on the very fine dead hemlock twigs there and on hanging roots and twigs, quite like the cobwebs in a grist-mill covered with meal,-- and it implies a stillness like that; or it is like the lightest down glued on. 

The birch, from its outline and its numerous twigs, is also one of the prettiest trees in this dress. 

The fog turns to a fine rain at noon, and in the evening and night it produces a glaze, which this morning, —

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 14, 1859