Feb 132014
Since this was my very first ice storm since moving to Georgia 7 1/2 years ago, it seems fitting to post a collection of images from the morning after. On my walk, I found new animal tracks in the snow, telling stories I did not pause long enough to read. I also saw ice everywhere, covering loblolly pines and the bare branches of pecan trees. I took delight in the crystalline landscape, though I mourned for the trees that lost branches and in some cases fell altogether.
