by Dick Schilling, "Editor Emeritus"
... that I have not taken a photograph since I retired after 44 years of using a camera, but there have been times when I wished I could.
An example came one recent morning, after that overnight thundersneet (snow and sleet) event. What I heard against my bedroom window made me expect to see ice covered utility wires at dawn, but they were clear. However, a day later, as I looked toward the rising sun, I noticed the bare limbs (bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang, as Shakespeare wrote) of two trees between me and the sun were glistening with a thin ice coat, first rose-tinged and then silver as the sun rose higher.
Very pretty.
That storm did deposit a layer about an inch thick of white frozen ice and snow on my driveway, however, which was not so pretty.