Tag: frost
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Petals of Ice
[W]hat a severe yet master artist old Winter is…. No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel. ~John Burroughs, 1866 Yesterday’s post shared some of the intricate beauties of a frosty morning – objects adorned with tiny crystals that reveal new patterns and create sculpted coats on everything in the Read more…
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Frosty Morning
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. ~John Burroughs It has finally turned cold, the true feeling of winter is now in the air. Walking in to to my office yesterday morning Read more…
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First Frost
I looked out the window this morning and saw that the dawn had left its mark on the meadow – faint traces of ice coated the grasses and other low-lying vegetation under the power line – the season’s first frost. Frost is deposition of water vapor directly into ice crystals on a cold surface. Frost Read more…
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Roads End Naturalist 