" . . . the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon."
--Coleridge
from "Frost at Midnight"
I'm very proud of this photo, which I took last night. It captured both the icicle, bright with the reflection of my flash, and the icicle's evil twin there on the snow. As a writer I tend to see symbolism in a photo like this, but I'll let you find your own. :)
3 comments:
If I let my imagination run, I see a set of fangs--one holding life, the other ready to deliver the poison of eternal death. I'd hate to see mouth they're set in.
love the photo, julia!
Wow, that's pretty cool, Rob! I never would have thought of fangs, but now that I look at it . . .
Thanks, Anne! Nice to see your smoking baby on my blog. :)
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