... i put on my new boots, donned several layers of outwear, pulled my knit cap down around my ears, and headed out to view the results of the ice storm ...
... down by the old hathaway buildings the trees were coated with as much as 1/2-inch of ice ...
... "how come you're takin' pictures, do you work for the newspaper" ... "nah, just enjoying the day, how about you, why aren't you inside staying warm" ... "it's so pretty, i thought i just stand here and watch for awhile" ...
... a gentle breeze strummed the low afternoon sunbeams and together they brought a soft crystal melody from the ice encased branches ...
... a result of the very dry cold air, in the bright sunlight the ice is lasting an unusually long time ...
... frozen in flight, old glory refused to surrender to the storm ...
... i wasn't the only person out for a stroll ...
... behind one of the houses that is perched upon the bluff above the south end, the fire department responded to some sort of emergency ...
... per john meander's musing, at first i was hesitant to enjoy the results of a storm from which there are still thousands of mainers without power ... i reminded myself, however, that the universe has neither positive nor negative valence, it is within our personal interaction with the forces of nature that we assign emotion and esthetic value so as to at least try to understand the incomprehensible and feel comfort knowing we've a place in the infinite ...
