The tree behind my new parking spot was sporting some impressive icicles this morning.
Icicles are always vaguely depressing. They seem to appear only in the deepest part of winter, when the sun’s rays melt the snow on rooftops but the cold air immediately freezes the dripping water. They’re pretty and bright, but I’d rather they never appeared in the first place.
Webner House 
Reblogged this on robert's space and commented:
that’s cold/
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