I remember wading through deep bushes as a kid, after after a thorough blanket of ice had laden the trees making them sag to the ground. It always sounded like I was being chased by about 20 of those cartoon skeletons. Clickety- clack, clickety-clack. That thought came to me yesterday as I investigated the scene near our garden. As the wind blew, it echoed... Clickety- clack, clickety-clack. We got some wintry mix, but for the most part the rain stayed south of us as did the temperatures that were suppose to reach 45° F. As a kid, mornings after a snowfall were always fun-filled, but an ice storm with all the sheer glass cover always brought the sleds out.
And that always led to memorable times.
Streaking on the ice paths all the way across Gullivers.
Oh, but I hated the trudge back up that hill.
"Clickety- clack, clickety-clack." Here comes the next weather front. :)ReplyDelete
I remember that clickety-clack sound very well from when I was a kid in Illinois. As I recall, every now and then there would be a sharp crack as a tree branch gave way to the heavy load of ice.ReplyDelete
Birdman, so much of what you post frequently reminds me of Frost and his poetry. My immediate thought after opening your blog today was, "Birches,"ReplyDelete
"Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust--
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves. . ."
I am STILL recovering from the flu; been a difficult time. As soon as I feel better, I will get out to take some photos.
I would think it would have been awfully cold to be "streaking" on those ice paths. But then, you were just a kid and kids don't mind freezing their asses off! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!ReplyDelete
I knew when I typed that WORD that you would throw it back at me. hahahaDelete
A bit scary, but quite funny in the end...ReplyDelete
I can remember hanging on to a dog to help get back up the hill - they always seemed to be able to dig in the claws for traction! We were supposed to get really warm yesterday too but it just went up to about 40˚F.ReplyDelete
i remember those cracking days, too!ReplyDelete
Cool sound memory.ReplyDelete
Snow and ice are so poetic through your eyes and pictures ..ReplyDelete
We have much the same conditions on branches here today. I was going to photograph, but it's so cold today that photographing without at least one layer of gloves is a bad idea.ReplyDelete
Nice post...and even nicer to find the Frost poem that Kate added.ReplyDelete
Nice shot. Love Kate's comment.ReplyDelete