Thursday afternoon, I walked to the store
to get a few provisions before another snowstorm
arrived. I saw these icicles hanging from a tree
in a nearby churchyard. I didn't know
that icicles could be, of all things, windblown,
but I can't otherwise account for the
unusual angles of this tree's icy foliage.
A fine snow has been falling steadily
for the past four hours. Right now, it looks
to be about an additional four inches of snowfall,
on top of the snows from the past weeks.
Damn. I expect to go to hear the Indianapolis
Symphony Orchestra later Friday evening.