A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.
- Rudyard Kipling, The Light That Failed -
Sunbeams cut through the morning fog.
As the fog starts to lift, frost steals across the ground.
Water drops freeze onto the tips of the grass blades.
With just a flick of my magic Photoshop wand – a Grass Marble!
Another Fog Story: Landlocked and Fogged In
Posted by Margie on June 4, 2013
Our first ‘winter storm’ of the season was night before last. It didn’t drop that much snow, and the temperature didn’t get all that much below freezing. It wasn’t a big deal, unless you were one of the unfortunate ones who had to drive to work the next morning. People seem to forget how to drive on slippery roads, so the first commute of the winter is a nightmare.
I wouldn’t normally venture out in a car until well after the morning traffic had got to where they were going. Rush hour, darkness, and icy roads aren’t my thing. But The Car Guy had an appointment at a Doctor’s Office at 8:30 AM, and I’m still the designated driver, so at 7:30 in the morning we ventured onto the freeway for a trip that would normally take about 40 minutes. At 8:45 I breathed a sigh of relief that we had arrived at our destination, safe and sound and only 15 minutes late!
After the appointment, I faced another task I don’t enjoy – paying for the parking. (You probably remember my post called Give Me the Good Old Parking Meter, Please!) At the entrance to the Parkade was a sentinel – an electronic ticket machine – daring me to figure out how to use it. Fortunately, The Car Guy speaks their language and all I had to do was remember on which floor I had parked.
Not all wintery days are so harrowing. Last week we had a Hoarfrost morning. I spent almost an hour taking pictures of a world filled with tiny crystals. It was magic.
Frost covered blades of grass.
A very close up view of a leaf.
Grass seed, with this year’s hay bales in the distance.
The Canadian Nature Photographer website has some excellent Hoarfrost pictures, but if you don’t wish to travel to their website, you can stay on mine and look at my other icy posts:
Capturing a Frosty Morning
It Seems Early for Frost
That Will be a Frosty Friday
What Minus 20°C Looks Like
Posted by Margie on October 12, 2012
Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we’ve no place to go,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
- Lyricist Sammy Cahn, composer Jule Styne – 1945
Calendar – May 4, 2012 – The Car Guy mowed the lawn for the first time this year.
Calendar – May 5, 2012 – 4 inches of snow.
Also on May 5, the Hibiscus bloomed. It is an indoor plant with brilliant red flowers.
Green grass, Red flower, White snow – felt very Christmasy!
More Snow Photos: Weekly Photo Challenge: Winter
Posted by Margie on May 11, 2012
American: We get an awful lot of cold waves from Canada. Can’t we weatherstrip the border?
In Canada, 0° C is the freezing point of water (and exposed skin). So what is -20° C like? If you live south of me, you may soon find out, because that is what the temperature is here this morning and when the wind picks up it will probably head your way!! (And that merits two exclamation marks.) I, plucky Canadian that I am, braved the cold to take some pictures for you. Then I tracked down some quotations that will explain what winter means to me.
The bird bath and the solar lights – they are all starting to list as the frost heaves them one way or another.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
Everything was coated with frost this morning and that was the only reason I went outside to take pictures!
Winter is the season in which people try to keep the house as warm as it was in the summer, when they complained about the heat.
If it hadn’t been so cold, I would have set up the tripod to take photos of these spruce needles.
Antisthenes says that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.
These are my tracks in the snow as I darted to and fro snapping photos. In any other circumstances, wouldn’t you say that the maker of these tracks had had one drink too many!?
My Similar Snow Story: Snowed Under – The weather last April
Posted by Margie on February 27, 2012
No picture has a single meaning.
I’ve never entered a photo contest before, but Lorna (at Lorna’s Voice) made me aware of a contest at The Dark Globe. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I guess.
This is my entry for the category Broken:
Posted by Margie on February 9, 2012
I had no idea that Stone Skipping was a competitive sport. If you doubt this claim, then head on over to the Mackinac Island Stone Skipping and Gerplunking Website!
Most people know what Stone Skipping is, but may not have heard about Gerplunking. “Gerplunk” – the sound a that a rock makes when it hits a body of water!
Ice makes gerplunking a challenge!
In 2009, winter weather arrived before we could close up the cabin. The water lines froze, making the shut down a challenge. But a wonderful thing had happened at the lake and on the side channels of the river. A fairly thick layer of ice formed on the water, but there was also a large air pocket separating the ice from the water. Nature had created a drum, of sorts. We all spent a few hours skipping rocks over the ice. They made such an interesting series of sounds as they bounced along the surface – “pock, tickety tock, tock, tock, tock, tock…” We counted the tock sounds, just as we would have counted the skips if they had been on water.
Of course, the grandchildren had to try to break the ice by heaving larger and larger rocks! Now and then they were rewarded with a satisfying “gerplunk”!
Elsewhere in the resort, immense icicles had formed on the trees from the spray of the water from the fountains.
Every little puddle of water had frozen into wonderful lacy creations, some so fragile they shattered with the least pressure.
It was a magical week-end – pock, tickety tock, tock, tock, tock…
My Similar Cabin Story: Weekly Photo Challenge: Comfort
Posted by Margie on January 16, 2012