It appears that frost in this land acts, for reasons not yet know to me (though I have been told the local account, of an owl deity whose wingbeats, passing overhead, quickened the water crystals), much like herbaceous growth in our native land. You will see, in the first figure I include, what is in every respect but that of color a moss-covered boulder.
Snow Moss
The will to grow and spread on the part of the frost here is unnervingly strong: should you set down your pack or rest your walking stick against a rock while you take a sip from your canteen, you will find the frost has opened up leaves and blossoms on the item you laid down. Figure 2 shows just such a tasseled twig:

Finally, for your pleasure, I offer my portrait of the famous Bridge of Feathers, a highly regarded local monument. It is not, as you will perceive, an actual bridge, as only the first span was ever sent across the chasm (I have heard three different versions of why the bridge was never completed, which I shall one day share with you when you are in the mood for tales of terror). The spirit of generative exuberance that possesses the frost in these parts outdid itself when it came to that lone span. A more workaday bridge exists a half-morning's walk to the west, where the chasm is narrower. Frost grows on it as well, but foot traffic keeps it from ever rivalling the magnificence evident here:

Snow Moss
The will to grow and spread on the part of the frost here is unnervingly strong: should you set down your pack or rest your walking stick against a rock while you take a sip from your canteen, you will find the frost has opened up leaves and blossoms on the item you laid down. Figure 2 shows just such a tasseled twig:

Finally, for your pleasure, I offer my portrait of the famous Bridge of Feathers, a highly regarded local monument. It is not, as you will perceive, an actual bridge, as only the first span was ever sent across the chasm (I have heard three different versions of why the bridge was never completed, which I shall one day share with you when you are in the mood for tales of terror). The spirit of generative exuberance that possesses the frost in these parts outdid itself when it came to that lone span. A more workaday bridge exists a half-morning's walk to the west, where the chasm is narrower. Frost grows on it as well, but foot traffic keeps it from ever rivalling the magnificence evident here:

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Date: 2014-01-07 02:19 am (UTC)How cold is it where you are? It's 23 degrees here (celsius, not fahrenheit) and I have been cleaning the house, so they look wonderfully cool and refreshing :)
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Date: 2014-01-07 11:04 am (UTC)(These photos were taken the same day as the frozen bubbles, when it was below zero F)
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Date: 2014-01-07 02:36 am (UTC)Nine
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Date: 2014-01-07 03:17 pm (UTC)They called it Francesca's Frost, though it was mostly for alliterative purposes, or perhaps after one of the masons. No one quite recalls her fate, though, just a sense that it is not quite so straightforward as, for instance, Lou Gherig's...
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Date: 2014-01-07 05:30 am (UTC)Prrrrt.
I love the bridge.
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Date: 2014-01-07 05:51 am (UTC)roadside boulders --
their snow moss quickened
by an owl's wingbeats
on a traveler stick
the frost quickly opens up
leaves and blossoms
on the lone bridge span
the frost possessed by a spirit
of exuberance
:)
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Date: 2014-01-07 08:08 am (UTC)Just gales, torrential rain and floods here. Your old stamping grounds in the west country are having a terrible time. :o(
Dorset's flooding
Date: 2014-01-07 10:49 am (UTC)Re: Dorset's flooding
Date: 2014-01-07 11:38 am (UTC)We live on the chalk and the aquifers are so full that new springs are forming!
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Date: 2014-01-07 09:49 am (UTC)I've spent the morning reading about what people are seeing and finding in the cold, rather than just saying, "It's cold!".
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Date: 2014-01-07 02:22 pm (UTC)Josiah is lucky to have witnessed such...and survived it. Tales of wonder and terror, a traveler who must know both is he!
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