But Kansas is like me in many ways. Brutal, soft, harsh, and somehow even more appreciably beautiful after something ugly.
It was the first day of sun for almost two weeks. I was still recovering from a stomach thing but the sunlight was such a draw that Daisy and I couldn't be held back (indeed, the darling nearly bullied me right out the door. If she could have opened the door herself and left me in the proverbial dust, she would have).
There was an interesting sound as we walked out. Crashing that made Daisy jump frequently. But it was pretty self-explanatory, at least to me. The sun was melting the ice right off the limbs and it was falling and crashing to the ground. But how do you explain this to a dog?
The ice was on everything and the trees were heavy with it, I knew that I would only have a brief moment to capture this glass-like fairyland.
It's like lace made with ice.
Not that it wasn't without its hazards, as noted by the falling ice in the upper right corner. I did get some in the eye but I'm okay. A little bruised but I can see just fine.
But the best part of the day was getting back inside, back in the warmth and out of the way of hazards from above.