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December 19
At six-thirty this morning, the electric candles in my windows flashed on and off three times before the power went out. In the east, a golden-pink flash of light sparkled in the oak tree branches; they looked as if they were made of glass. Icicles on the cupola
roof of my carriage house reflected in a mirror and I knew then that today would be a good day for taking pictures.
The pavement
outside was covered with a layer of ice that was at least an inch thick, but it wasn’t slippery, it was rough like sand
paper, instead.
Bald Cypress bark
looks like cinnamon, some of the foliage still hangs from a few of the branches.
Withered blooms covered in snow and ice hold copper colored foliage beneath
the Cypress trees.
Dodson’s grave marker reminds me of a glazed doughnut.
On my way to open the store this morning, I took some time to drive past
a few of my favorite structures downtown. Beneath a layer of ice, the colors were more vibrant than ever.
In a confined alley between an old drug store and Macy’s (Once Marshall
Field’s) in Lake Forest, there
is a very nice produce market. The alley is no more than six feet wide and approximately sixty or seventy feet in length and
it is jammed with the nicest looking fruit and vegetables I have ever seen. The narrow alley between the Armory and the church
at the corner of Indiana Avenue and
Court Street reminds me of the market in Lake Forest.
More ice:
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