My fair city of Duluth, Minnesota, has donned a silvery veil these past few days—a haunting fog that drapes the world in mystery. I don’t know about you, but I adore the hush and wonder of fog; here, I am home. Each morning, the temperatures bite, and the fog cloaks every branch and rooftop in crystalline frost and shimmering ice.
Restless for movement, I ventured out, camera in hand, into my transformed neighborhood. The roads glittered treacherously beneath a thin armor of ice, so I strapped on my boot’s iron claws. Each step crunched with possibility. The world was both dazzling and dangerous.
As the sun coaxed the temperature upward, ice shards crashed from trembling trees and sagging power lines. Splintered branches, felled by the weight of winter, littered yards and tangled themselves in lines above. Once, a cascade of ice from a power line narrowly missed me, which sent my heart pounding. But I pressed on, determined to witness the spectacle to its end.
Who knew a simple walk around the neighborhood could be so exciting?
Marie's Meanderings 
Frosted and sugared and sometimes sparkling, that moment just before the sun comes out and snatches away that vision.
And that winter bike? Both hilarious and relatable in so many ways! ❄️
I’m glad you noticed the bike and my attempt at photographic humor.
Totally awesome!
Winter can be so pretty sometimes, like your pictures today. Maggie
Thank you, Maggie!
Beautiful photos. Winter I think is on its last legs. Spring is on the way.
The increase in daylight is much appreciated!
Winter is my favorite season, so I relate to today’s photos. I like winter fog in part because it causes beautiful hoarfrost to form on everything outdoors.
Yes, hoarfrost is so beautiful. I think this was more like rime ice, not quite as fluffy as hoarfrost. But I love it when that happens.
So beautiful – even if I was shivering while enjoying the photographs.
Thank you, Helen. Are you still in England? I hope you are staying warm and dry there.
Beautiful photography, Marie. There nothing like walks in nature, in any season, to capture the magic.
Thank you, Jennifer. Alas, the pretty ice is all gone now. I’m glad I got out there when I did. And thank you for reviewing my book! I appreciate that.
My pleasure! You have a fine talent. 💙