Some things just aren’t going to be happening above freezing. And then there are things that don’t happen above 20°. The closer we get to zero, the better the chance for hoar frost. So, despite the fact that I cried UNCLE!!! a few days ago, this morning’s cold was welcomed as an opportunity for something crisp and frosty. Maybe the last time all year. March should not be this cold, but the weather has become anything but usual so who knows.
Upon arrival at the Middle Branch of the Swift River I noticed these snow capped rocks and some wisps of stream smoke. I set up on an ice shelf and composed this scene.I noticed a couple of other compositions I liked and as I shifted my weight a bit the shelf I was standing on broke into two pieces floating into the scene underneath the shelf surrounding the foreground rock. Bummer.
Onto the frost. Here’s something simple and to the point. By this time the Raynaud’s was kicking in so I was getting ready to leave when I saw this rock with its surrounding frost and ice.I think it is my favorite of the day with the nice sheen on the ice and the crispy crystals.
Just dropping into the 20’s tonight after hitting 32° this afternoon, so who knows whether any frost will remain tomorrow.