Photo Friday ~ A Day Late

Yesterday was a great morning to be out with the camera. The sun was blindingly bright, the sky deep blue and clear, sweatshirt temperature, and treacherously beautiful.

The world sparkled. Encased in crystal. As the sun warmed, the air became filled with a sound like crinkling cellophane, or the crackling of fire. The light, silvery tinkle of the ice relinquishing its hold on branches and clattering to the ground.

Even the fences were encased, the ice forming a glass-like echo as it pulled away.

This poor robin was wondering what happened to spring.

And the Bluebird of Happiness wasn’t so happy trying to cling to the click sumacs.