We were out of town yesterday, purchasing a new vehicle.
When we left to return home, it was raining. In a split second, not halfway home, ice pellets were flying at us seemingly from all directions. Minutes later, the ice pellets turned to snow, erasing the road in front of us.
There was nowhere to pull over, no way to turn around. So we inched ahead, holding our breath each time a tractor trailer blew by.
It was twenty minutes that felt like twenty hours.
And such a relief to arrive home.
Another January rainfall. Another frozen landscape.
Before it melted away with the unseasonably warm sun, I managed a few shots.
These berries and branches, with their glassy layer, caught my eye. In their shaded area below the larger trees, the ice held on long enough for me to capture a few photos.
Freezing rain is the last thing I want to see in the winter.
I dread the roads, fear the driveway, and curse the icy layer on the car.
But I can’t help myself: It is pretty. So I brave the backyard and head out with my camera. The world is layered in glass.
Treacherous, yet stunningly beautiful.