Last week, much of the Midwest enjoyed a LOT of fog (I say “enjoyed” because what else are you going to do? Gripe? Doesn’t make it go away, so you might as well find something to enjoy about it), and a lot of cold.
Fog + Cold = Hoarfrost.
The actual definition is, “a deposit of needle-like ice crystals formed on the ground by direct condensation at temperatures below freezing point Also called white frost.”
I don’t like the word “hoarfrost.” It’s too close to the word horcrux for this Harry Potter fan. (stands and whistles while non-Harry Potter fans click through and process the definition)
I much prefer the name “ice fog“, taught to me by my BFF Jill the Dogsledder, who lives in Alaska. (Not to be confused with my other BFF Dina the Awesome, who lives in Indiana. She teaches me other stuff.) Ice fog is not hoarfrost, but it’s similar, differentiated I believe, if I read the definitions correctly, simply by temperatures and rate of freeze. Either way, it’s much too technical for this post. The POINT I’m trying to hard to make is… we had it here all week. And early this week, it was really cold, and the frost froze on everything and it was breathtaking.
I took pictures.
They don’t do it justice.
But I’ll try:
Our world turned black and white. It was like living in a dream.
It was like driving through a dream. (yes, the truck was stopped. with the flashers on. and nobody coming in front or in back)
A closer look. I love the contrast between the black trunks and the white frost.
Early in the week, we had the signature “hoarfrost” spikes. From afar, the branches looked furry. Up close, they looked wicked.
As the week went on, the fog layered on itself, and the spikes grew thicker.
The trees with multiple textures were the most stunning.
Mother Nature never ceases to amaze me.