This winter I tried to take pictures of snowflakes, but it didn’t work out.
So I was happy to wake up Tuesday morning to an ice crystal wonderland in my yard.
Everything was all fuzzy with star frost and snow feathers.
Like sparklers on the 4th of July.
Fairy flowers for a snow queen.
The last time I saw something like this my 32 year old son Dylan was around 9. I remember him posing for on the Parkway next to some trees iced with this kind frost.
I had fun roaming around with my camera and feeling a Narnia-like enchantment.
Hoar frost or rime ice? Some just call it fog frost. All I know is that it’s rare, and it’s beautiful.