When I returned home from my walk today, I noticed a small marvel of ice formations: on my way into the shed, I looked down and saw a mini landscape of frozen globules under the roof line, rising up and descending to the lightly frozen grass inside.
Down on my stomach (I was wearing waterproof jacket and pants, essential for photographing in winter snow), I nearly laughed with amazement and pleasure at the fat little spheres, piled one on another, catching light. The shapes built up....
....and they dropped down...
...and they rose up singly, as a hand waving high above a crowd.
The ice even climbed up, helter skelter, alongside a rock.
It encased single blades of grass in a glittering package, which gives me the opportunity to share this apt quote by Henry Miller, via my friend, the artist Leonard Dufresne:
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
A final tiny wonder was this bit of icicle, an inch long, dangling by a delicate spider thread, twisting in the light wind, sparkling in the light.
*click the images to see them enlarged in more wondrous detail.