Same title, different time.
The scenery at the top of Mohawk mountain was unbelievable after last weeks ice storm.
Great for pictures, but I feel sorry for the million people who lost power.
This is awesome! We had an ice storm some years back in my town, and it SUCKS! No power, heat, etc. for over a week for most of the city.
This shot really captures that feel with these foreground fallen trees. I also like the hidden sun in the upper right. Although this shot doesn't have flare, and some folks don't like flare, I would even like it with the sun showing a bit.
Must have been what Robert Frost, a transplanted New Englander, saw that prompted him to write "Birches."
In part:
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the line of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. 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.
T-bone1 wrote:
This is awesome! We had an ice storm some years back in my town, and it SUCKS! No power, heat, etc. for over a week for most of the city.
This shot really captures that feel with these foreground fallen trees. I also like the hidden sun in the upper right. Although this shot doesn't have flare, and some folks don't like flare, I would even like it with the sun showing a bit.
Thanks
Ice storm do make the landscape beautiful, but unfortunately too much misery comes with them
sjkk wrote:
Must have been what Robert Frost, a transplanted New Englander, saw that prompted him to write "Birches."
In part:
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the line of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. 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. ...Show more →
This is exactly what I saw, perfect description.
Lazlo369,
Before reading the Robert Frost quote I was thinking similar thoughts (as were you and others), namely how the evergreens stand tall and straight until they break, while the deciduous trees hide until winter passes.
Lovely sky and fine shot.
Charlie
