Anchorage was cloaked with fog all last week [I can see the lights of
downtown tonight so I think it's cleared up a bit]. Everything is
coated in this soft, frosty ice. I thought it was hoarfrost (learned
that in HS english) but when I googled it I think it's more of a "soft
rime" because it was deposited from fog. The slightest breeze sends a
cascade of crystals through the tree branches but we haven't had a
lick of wind. It's absolutely gorgeous out there, which is a nice
treat as we march on towards the solstice. (this is the view from my
balcony this afternoon)
Monday, December 14, 2009
word of the day: rime
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Wow that is beautiful!
Beautiful pic! And what poetic language Aimee! I wonder if you can hear the ice crystals fall if there is a slight breeze.
haha, yes, I was being flowery. Thought I'd mention it but figured the post was long enough.
Wow! Very pretty! THe first time I heard of Rime Frost was on the cell phone from mom 2500 miles away...
Mum: Aimee Posted pictures of Rime Frost.
Me: What?
Mum: Aimee Posted pictures of RIME FROST.
Me: What?
Mum: RIME FROST!!!
(repete this about 5 more times...)
Me: It sounds like you are saying Rime froth
Mum: I am! I am!!
(I don't think mum was too happy with me :-/ )
LOL, I can just hear it now. :-)
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