One day it was 83 degrees, the next morning about six-ish it was 65 degrees and a few hours later we had already fallen to 45. It got down in the twenties and the little bit of moisture we received turned to ice. So, if you can call it an ice storm - then we had one Austin-style.
I opened the back door and saw some ice on the steps and immediately grabbed my camera and headed out. As I wandered around taking some pics, I had to laugh at myself. I guess its been too long since I've lived in the Texas Panhandle, because this would be more like a regular spring morning instead of our "big" ice storm in January!
The Oaks shimmered with ice on their leaves and it was so bright and festive under the morning sun it was almost blinding. It seems like some of the most breathtaking moments are just not meant to be captured on film.
My Silver Maple's barren branches were coated with a slick film of ice.
The Mexican Fan Palm was a little worse for wear, but it has withstood worse than this.
The huge leaves of my Philodendron looked more like ski slopes for any creatures full of daring.
And before I was through exploring, the ice was already starting to melt...
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