Strange cracking sounds woke me last night. Then the power went off. But I didn't care, curled under warm blankets.
Morning light revealed an icy wetness coating every branch and twig. And the power went off again.
So I did what I always do when the weather gets interesting. I grabbed my camera and headed outside.
The drizzling rain and zero degree temperature kept the icy fingers growing.
But weight of the accumulating ice becomes too much and with a slow cracking sound another branch falls away.
Up close with my macro lens there was beauty to behold in the frozen forms of nature.
