Thick glassy ice coated the branches of trees, young and tender, and old and soaring. Only a day before, freezing rain had forced the closure of schools, kept cars in garages and people at home. The storm had snapped limbs from trees, downed power lines, and left people in the dark and the cold.
A day later, freezing temperatures kept the glassy ice wrapped around each branch, twig and bud. And against a blue sky and a golden sun, the trees sparkled, split the sunlight into the colors of the rainbow. There was no sign of anyone but me, as I walked under those trees in Washington Monument State Park. A few footprints, both human and deer’s, were the only proof others had been here. It was silent, except for the crashing of the ice as it fell to the ground.
My camera couldn’t see all that my eye could — but here is a sample of what I saw.