The other day clumps of snow fell off the trees in lines, producing some interesting effects. More photos below the cut; click to show individual images. Continue reading “Snow clumps”
Some last pictures of the snow before it melts.
It’s been more cold than not for a month or so now, and that means ice on puddles. And I love taking pictures of ice. So here’s a start, from recent excursions.
The ice is pretty thick; this chunk, tossed up previously from a puddle, is a couple of inches thick. (And today I caught Our Dog walking across the ice on the slough—argh.)
You find interesting things in the woods sometimes; this bucket was left by someone working on an unofficial trail. As far as I could see the ice in it was solid all the way down.
And it’s so varied, especially when we start getting a bit of hoarfrost.
Attractive to water drops.
Out of focus. (In some ways I like this one best.)
I have to confess that I generally prefer pictures of ice to pictures of rain. And since we’re suffering through rain at the moment…. Continue reading “In rain, more ice”
I know spring is here—I’ve been taking pictures of the early flowers—but I’m not quite ready to give up on pictures of ice.
So this is what our yard looked like early this morning. The air was much warmer than it’s been and the snow that fell was soft and wetter. Interestingly, the warmth seemed to give everything a browner cast—it’s not just the way the camera shot it. Perhaps it was the effect of melting snow on the pond ice.
Lots of things to take pictures of, in any case.
We’ve had a strange winter. There’s been very little precipitation (which is worriesome) and not much cold weather, by cold meaning below freezing. Winter has gone elsewhere this year, as the eastern side of North America knows very well.
But it has frozen occasionally, and this cage of old bulrushes set in ice comes from one of those occasions.
I’ve tagged this “autumn leaves” because it is… although by now, having hung around for months, it’s more of a winter leaf. Not colourful, the way autumn leaves are thought of, because it’s from a kiwi vine, and they don’t do colour when dying. But on a January day with low sun and the ridged wood on the back deck bleached out, I think that very lack of bright colour becomes something kinda special.