I have been known, on several occasions, to post mid- and late-winter flashbacks of warmer times to try to dispel the bleak doldrums of seasons of extended cold. While I am in no way eager to time-warp ahead past what’s left of summer or (perish the thought!) what autumnal glories yet await us in the near future, the past few days here have been oppressively warm and humid, and I find myself wishing for a quick reminder of a cooler time to help me to wait it out. This is a shot that I made just a bit more than 6½ years ago, while I was living in northern Virginia and commuting into Washington, DC for work.
I’ve always loved studying the effects of a freezing rain, and as I walked most cautiously to the subway in the early morning, all of the trees and bushes around me were encased in a thin, uniform coating of ice, transforming the familiar vegetation into a magical maze of crystalline wonder.