15 January 2009

Fencicles

In a bit of an Arctic snap at the moment - the temperature hit a low of -24°C (-12°F) yesterday morning, which is the lowest we've experienced here. Or anywhere, for that matter! It's not too bad, as long as you wrap up warm. I don't much like the sensation of ice forming inside my nose though...


The sun is still managing to melt the snow on the metal roofs of the barns. It re-freezes almost immediately, creating these icicles on the cedar fence next to the small barn.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Icicles are so fascinating, especially when they form as quickly as this. I took some photos this afternoon of similar icicles on my balcony which formed in the same way yours did, which I'll post tomorrow. I love these on your fence. We're expecting -27C tonight here in NS. Eeek!

Lona said...

Lovely pictures! I love to look at icicles, they have the most fantastic shapes and crystal patterns. Use to love eating them as a child but probably would be afraid to today.:)
Lona

Linda said...

Hi Amanda. What a great blog you have! I'm so envious of your emigration to Canada - we were thinking of this, but various family events overtook us and now it's probably too late given that we have one child in the last year of secondary school, and the other just starting GCSE equivalent and very well settled in school. Still, I have been living your emigration story vicariously, and am enjoying your gardening/self-sufficiency posts.
I see you were in Aberdeen at one point - I did my first degree and PhD at Aberdeen, and loved the city and the university, despite the haar!

Amanda said...

Nancy you seem to be having a very rough winter in NS this year!

Glad it's not just me who's fascinated by icicles, Lona. I'm surprised my kids haven't thought of eating them yet.

Thanks Linda - appreciate your feedback! I loved Aberdeen too - particularly when the sun shone on all the granite buildings (although I was never very good at interpreting people who spoke with a strong Aberdonian accent - a bit embarrassing when I was working on a delicatessen counter during the holidays...).