Frogs and Ravens

After the Storm

Today is punctuated by the sounds of dripping melt water, the chopping of shovels and chisels, the tinkle of breaking icicles, and the squeals of cars struggling to free themselves from the ice. 

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Frozen Poplar

My car, parked at the base of the old poplar tree, is surrounded by a nest of small, ice-glazed sticks. 

Ice Storm

A glaze of ice over everything, then a layer of tiny ice balls atop that.  A sparrow attempting to land on the feeder wipes out.  Even the grass is too slick to dare a crossing.  The ice pellets hiss down, literal white noise.

Satellite Image of the Snowstorm

via i.huffpost.com

WOW.

And yes, my location was in the middle of it at one point.