Ice

Yesterday's storm has blown itself out, and today dawned crisp and blue. All day, the icicles grew longer and longer, like sharpened teeth in a grinning mouth, ready to gobble something up. I'm putting this picture up to remind myself of the cold in July, when we're all complaining about the heat.

Cold

Every summer for the past 17 years, I've made a pilgrimage to the far, far north -- beyond the Arctic Circle to the very edge of the continent. Even in June, the pack ice often hugs the shore there, stretching to the horizon, unbroken except for a few narrow leads. These days, the Delaware Bay is looking more than a little like Barrow! This was the view today near dusk -- and yes, that ice did extend out as far as I could see.