Typically at least once every winter we get an ice storm.

What started out as a beautiful few-inches of snow on Saturday night turned into freezing rain by the wee hours of Sunday morning. It covered every surface in a glittering, crackling coat of ice, which I (of course) had to venture out into once I had fed Mary Todd (safely inside), and eaten breakfast.

It was, as expected, cold and damp out, but I had to capture the subtle spectacle of the ice show.

the ice covering the vines of this bittersweet looked like crackle glass up close