“Our snow was not only shaken from white wash buckets down the sky, it came shawling out of the ground and swam and drifted out of the arms and hands and bodies of the trees…” —Dylan Thomas, A Child’s Christmas in Wales
Saturday night’s heavy fog and snow, combined with low temperatures resulted in a wondrous phenomenon on Sunday morning. As the fog lifted in the early morning sun, a white-washed landscape came into focus. Frosty white ice called hard rime had formed when the water droplets in the fog froze to exposed surfaces, most notably our Ponderosa pines. By late morning, the frosty landscape had melted in the warm Colorado sunshine, expunged without a trace — save a few photos I had made during the early morning.