Ice Covered Hills

 There was an ice storm just a few days from now. The morning after, everything was covered in a sheet of ice. The fences were what drew me. It flows along the wire, dips, drops, but never moves. It's one of the most amazing sights that I have ever seen. Then, I tend to find interest in the things that others might pass as nothing.

This is not a sturdy fence, but it made for a beautiful picture with last Spring's morning glory vines, still holding their seeds as they wait for warmer weather to bring back the pink, purple and white trumpet shaped flowers.








I found that the neighbor's barbed wire fence was most intriguing. The dark against the shimmering clear, the sharp emerging from the slick as well as the twisted wire, stretching across the field.

The oak leaves appear as a frozen waterfall, while the glass cover the leaves and drip down the tips. Just imagine a creature so small as a sprite sliding down the leaves, jumping from one to the other, until reaching the ground.

 Even the elderberry bush behind the chicken coop was dripping with glass.

 Find beauty, interest, amusement and even hope, in places that others walk away from.. Suddenly, reading this in black and white, I realize this is as much for people as objects. I stand by my statement.