Last spring, I showed you the blueberry field across town up on East Hill. Our friends and fellow farmers were burning the field so that this coming summer, there will be lots of berries. Here's what it looked like at sunrise the other day.
I tramped around looking at all the little bits of nature swathed in ice. Stunning - I was bowled over. I bent down and set the camera on super-macro. Here's what it was seeing.
I use this plant which I call Princess Pine for my winter wreaths when I can find it. A bit too covered up to take it that day.
I love this one - the icy globs around the little buds with the blue sky bleeding through the ice are a world unto their own. The sparkling, diamond-like background of all the other little ice sculptures gives a lavender haze.
My friend Yola Shashaty is a painter who lives in NYC. Everywhere I looked, the natural ice sculptures reminded me of her organic paintings. I must burn her a CD and send it for a Christmas gift. I wonder what she would paint if she were there stomping around with me.