Hoar frost on the coulee outside my front door in Nelson, Wisconsin
Unlike January 19 - this time I was ready with my camera.
I headed north on my favorite "scenic" byway (known in Wisconsin as a "rural road") through the farm and bottom lands of the Lower Chippewa River to Eau Claire. I thought I was in a race with the sun (melting the hoar frost). It wasn't the sun, it was the wind. The roadside was littered with piles ice crystals, sparkling in the sun.
Other than a Rough-legged Hawk on County Road M and a Red-tailed Hawk at the edge of a snow covered cornfield, not too many birds.
But the hoar frost - wow!
