A follow-up to “Looking through my files …”

At the time that I posted that one photo, I mentioned that I had made the shot a year ago. I hadn’t shot (or seen) any icicles this year … too blame cold; the snow couldn’t melt enough to run down and freeze into an icicle. Well, there was enough of a warmup that a suitably large icicle appeared in approximately the same place as last year. (Apparently there is some sort of flaw in the roof or the guttering over my window that encourages the ice to form here.)
Anyway, this is a document of some sort, showing the evolution of the ice as time went on and in different lights. My apologies for the condition of my windows; they are VERY dirty. I live on the second floor, and I’ll be double-damned if I’ll go crawling out on that wee window sill to wash the outsides. The building doesn’t provide even yearly cleaning … this is an old-person’s home, subsidised by the government, and I reckon they feel that old, poor people must not be deserving of clean windows. So much for The Protestant Ethic.
Anyway, here they are, in chronological order, with as little comment as I can get away with:
#1: The first appearance; the sun is just hitting the top:

#2: The sun is fully up:

#3: At first light, or almost, the next day. The sun isn’t really in evidence yet, but it is obvious that the thing has grown:

#4: More light. The sky is truly blue, with some nice clouds to break the blue up:

#5: Lots more light … quite bright and sparkly:

#6: A white-out day, with a furious snowstorm. The light is none too bright, and the wing of the building opposite is barely visible through the snow. I included it for atmosphere, not because it showed so well, but because it didn’t:

#7: The last … I show a view across the court, just to show conditions. I don’t expect to see it tomorrow; the prediction is for 38°F, and it will be gone:

Yep. Gone. Glad for the warmth, though.
Cheers, all!

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Desperation …

The incredible length of the extreme cold weather has kept me indoors for far too long. I’m going stir-crazy, or “bushy”, as the old sourdoughs in our great North Woods used to say, meaning that they’d been in the bush too long, by themselves. Nowadays, we say “cabin fever”, and I reckon that about covers it.
It almost seems like we’re having two winters this year … I think one of the winters in the Year of Two Winters was the Winter of the Blue Snow, but I could be remembering wrong. Us old men know so damn much that it gets all kinda muddled up together. Anyway, Babe, the blue ox, was born in the Winter of the Blue Snow, but I don’t rightly know if that makes a particle of difference. Or sense, for that matter.
Anyways, I took some more pictures out that same window I shot through in “Some Sunny Ones”. The snow had gotten some more sculpturing from dear old Æolus, when he wasn’t busy trying to freeze my bippy off. I thought you’d be interested. Besides, like I said, I was desperate.






And … snoozing in the sunlight …

Cheers, all!