At the moment we have snow again. Not the deep, white, Alpine glory of December’s snow, but a couple of inches of mucky stuff that turns into drizzle by day and freezes by night, thus managing to be both slushy and icy. This winter I have finally understood why the Inuit, according to myth, would have so many words for snow.
Sleet and mush is not very picturesque (and the camera doesn’t like getting wet – hence the photo above being taken from under the branches). A couple of weeks or so ago, though, we had several days of hard frost. As the ice crystals grew day by day, I had a lovely time with my camera, trying to capture some of the frost’s transient, multiform wonders. Here are a few of them.
What intrigues me is that these were all taken on the same morning. Truly, nature is endlessly fascinating. I don’t know about you, but these images make me want to run for my sketch book and pencils to try to draw them – especially that bracken. However, I’m off to make family supper instead. Duty calls!