Ice is but a Dream
Most of the ice is gone now but its memory can be seen in the fallen tree limbs all over my yard that broke from the weight of it, and in the ice pictures I took of it in various stages of melt.
Dog wood buds looked like aliens in space helmets and reminded me of cryonics.
This was an ice storm with teeth.
As it warmed, icicles froze mid drip.
December 28th, 2009 2:09 pm
I really like those photos, but the one with lichen too is great!
December 28th, 2009 2:36 pm
Ice storms can be devastatingly beautiful.
December 28th, 2009 4:17 pm
Yes, I’m thinking of Hans Christian Anderson’s Snow Queen and Narnia’s Ice Queen, both beautiful but wicked.
I just walked to the mailbox. The ground is still a sheet of ice.
December 29th, 2009 11:34 am
each of those gorgeous in their own way.
In the forest as sun went on trees there was this depth of tinkle as ice released and fell in a cascade like bells.
December 29th, 2009 11:35 am
Poetry!
December 29th, 2009 6:36 pm
GORGEOUS Photographs Colleen. You captured all the beauty and Artistry of The Icycle in ALL it’s many stages….Stunning, my dear…Just Stunning!
December 30th, 2009 7:55 am
Those are gorgeous pictures, Colleen. A terrible beauty…