The magical world of hoar frost is one of my favorite visuals of Iowa winters. I learned so much from this, Suzanna. Thank you. Beautiful words, beautiful images.
Beautiful piece on a subject I both loathe and love.- the frost the kills and delights. The Scandinavian roots of “Jack Frost” is something I’ve never heard. Thank you for painting such a beautiful landscape.
We drove from Des Moines to Ames in early afternoon. By that time, the sun was out and it was stunningly beautiful to see the frosted tress highlighted by sunshine with a blue sky background. By 4 o’clock when we returned, it was all a memory. Thanks for capturing it with your writing research and photos.
The magical world of hoar frost is one of my favorite visuals of Iowa winters. I learned so much from this, Suzanna. Thank you. Beautiful words, beautiful images.
Every word a delight. Thank you for the act of writing it.
I didn't know all these ways of talking about ice. Thanks, it was a pleasure to read it again today.
Beautiful piece on a subject I both loathe and love.- the frost the kills and delights. The Scandinavian roots of “Jack Frost” is something I’ve never heard. Thank you for painting such a beautiful landscape.
I never fail to marvel at frost covering every. single. particle of every. single. item outside. Magical. No human being could do that.
We drove from Des Moines to Ames in early afternoon. By that time, the sun was out and it was stunningly beautiful to see the frosted tress highlighted by sunshine with a blue sky background. By 4 o’clock when we returned, it was all a memory. Thanks for capturing it with your writing research and photos.
I’m an Iowan in Norway. Frost is magic. Especially on a starry night.