Our area has frequent ice storms, which makes for lousy driving in winter, but is great for photography. All photos in this album were taken within a couple of miles from our house.
Tim Burton directed the 1980's Batman movies, Edward Scissorhands and Beetlejuice among others, but the movie I had specifically in mind in this case was The Nightmare Before Christmas. Weird stuff, with very distinctive imagery.
No worries. There are so many things in life to do besides just sitting and watching! I avoid the television like the plague, because we live in a house in the woods, full of books, guitars and Labrador Retrievers. But if you just watched one of those, I'd recommend The Nightmare Before Christmas.
Sounds good to me! We also have books, dogs, and guitars. Not quite in the woods, but lots of nature around. And no TV. Well, we do have an old set, but it's not connected to either cable or antenna. The rare movie we watch is always on a computer screen (which in our case is bigger than the TV).
That's right. Many years ago, when I was young and stupid, I actually broke the lock of my car, trying to get in in a similar situation. Water gets inside and freezes there. It's always the driver's side, somehow ;) O
My father (formerly a smoker) had the trick of heating the key with his cigarette lighter. That only worked for much milder freezing of the locks, however. Since this glassy prettiness would also be encrusting the roads, staying at home is smarter.
I suppose if a person were truly desperate they might get in through the passenger side...
Passenger side is what I eventually did - and kept using until I got the lock fixed. Roads in populated areas are usually sanded pretty quickly. Unlike car locks ;) O
I know what you mean about the frost. Northern Vermont doesn't typically see those window-pane patterns, either. I think the reason is a more humid climate; I grew up in the mountains at the same latitude in eastern Washington State (the dry side of the state) and was surrounded by fantastic frost formations. I remember walking over four feet of crusted snow in January, at night under a full moon, and my boots shuffling through huge flakes of frost like crystalline potato chips all stood on edge. I am still able to hear the brittle rattle of the stuff blowing across the fields....certainly not hospitable for those improperly attired, but starkly beautiful in the extreme.
Amazing, isn't it, that the same place might be coated in smooth layers of glass-like ice one day, yet lightly sprinkled with these delicate bits of heavenly lace the next?
(chuckle) This is the stuff that makes one groan when they step outside with ice-scraper in hand. It's almost as bad as that thin semi-opaque film that looks like it's just fog, but is in fact frozen water and refuses to be scraped away because the tool merely skims across it...
Beautiful capture! Anything that gets me babbling in over-long comments obviously holds my attention :o)
Good for you (except for missing a spectacular view). I thought this was common throughout North-East. Definitely, New York has its share of it. Maybe you need to be closer to the coast.
Except for the caption, I'd have considered this almost a festive photograph. Next time try shooting with the lens down next to the snow; that will add a lot of depth and drama.
My suggestion aside, though, composition here is excellent.
Please wait...
