January 10, 2013
“Every leaf and twig was this morning covered with a sparkling ice armor; even the grasses in exposed fields were hung with innumerable diamond pendants, which jingled merrily when brushed by the foot of the traveller. It was literally the wreck of jewels and the crash of gems.”
– Henry David Thoreau, Journals, January 21, 1838
I remember ice storms from my childhood in Minnesota — every tree, branch and twig was coated in a clear shield of ice. Too bright for unprotected eyes. Precarious footing. And yes, merry tinkling when the shards of ice fell down.
These frosty January mornings in Seattle are a less piercing pleasure — no crashing crystals, just a silent icy edging. Here are some photos of this magical world: