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.
Comments
I really like those photos, but the one with lichen too is great!
Posted by: kenju | December 28, 2009 2:09 PM
Ice storms can be devastatingly beautiful.
Posted by: Tabor | December 28, 2009 2:36 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.
Posted by: colleen | December 28, 2009 4:17 PM
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.
Posted by: Pearl | December 29, 2009 11:34 AM
Poetry!
Posted by: colleen | December 29, 2009 11:35 AM
GORGEOUS Photographs Colleen. You captured all the beauty and Artistry of The Icycle in ALL it's many stages....Stunning, my dear...Just Stunning!
Posted by: OldOldLady Of The Hills | December 29, 2009 6:36 PM
Those are gorgeous pictures, Colleen. A terrible beauty...
Posted by: Beth | December 30, 2009 7:55 AM