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This is my house when it was a biting 17° outside. I know it’s hard to tell. Other than the frost on the roof and ground, it looks like any other day. Well it wasn’t. It was freezing. After the boys left for school at 6:40 I bundled up and went to check out the bayou. On my way I was thinking how I’d better be careful on the bridge because it was covered in ice and I didn’t want to bust it. The thought was still going through my mind when I felt my feet go out from under me on the icy grass and I tumbled down the hill. Not far, but hard. Funny how it never occurred to me about the icy hill. I got up, and made my way even more carefully to the bayou..jpg "20100111_5736 copy")
So worth it. It may chill you to the bone, but ice is pretty. Our pipe on the pier busted, so there was plenty of it to photograph. I won’t bore you with the 150 pictures I took, but here are a few cool ones I liked..jpg "20100111_5751 copy")
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This is a screw on the railing of our pier, surrounded by frost and shot with my macro lens. Looks weird, huh? …kind of like fairy dust..jpg "20100111_5746 copy")
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Here comes Scott to check on me. He figured there was no way I had spent that much time out in those temperatures. I must have slipped on the ice and fell into the bayou..jpg "20100111_5769 copy")
When he found me safe and sound and taking pictures of ice, he entertained himself by throwing sticks onto the ice covered bayou. The ice was only about a quarter inch, but I still can’t believe it froze our bayou. This was about the time I ran inside and sat by the fire for an hour..jpg "20100111_5773 copy")
