When the fog lifted around noon, ice blossoms garlanded the trees glittering in the winter sun.
I knew I had a short window left before the hoar frost melted and the magic would be lost. So I set aside today’s to-do list for an hour and jumped in my car.
Wind blew the ice crystals off the branches. They hit the ground crackling like hail. It was raining ice blossoms!
Still, there were plenty of ice-encrusted details to capture. Ice blossoms hugged branches, seed heads, grass stalks, and dried-up leaves equally, crowning and framing each into its winter best.
When I left the higher elevation, I encountered this view of a woodsmoke-filled valley with a few ice-covered trees remaining on an exposed hill:
Ailsa’s Travel Theme this week is about Details.