I’ve always thought there was something intriguing about the way ice forms. It goes off in its own special direction, follows its own pattern, and always goes where we don’t necessarily want it to. What I present to you today is what I saw just off in the frozen garden in front of my house. I stepped ever so slightly on the edge, where the grass meets the cement, and it was deceiving to me to feel that the grass was actually lower than what it appeared, simply because the ice had formed and made the grass stuck in a perpetual state of straightness. When I looked closer, this is what I saw.
While I admit I did in fact play with the images just a little bit, you can still see just what I”m talking about. To me, the ice looks like little tiny water falls.