Iced in
I like a good snowstorm. I like watching it approach on the radar. I like listening to the increased chatter on the police scanner. I even like watching the news stations trip all over themselves the moment the first flake sticks to something and doesn’t melt. An ice storm, on the other hand, is the meaner older brother who wings a slush ball at your head.
Amidst power outages and the intermittent crash of ice covered tree limbs, now sagging crystalline cathedrals, that had finally reached the breaking point, Mrs. Spookyblue captured these images of Snug Harbor that reflect the nicer side of the Ice Storm of 2009.
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