If you know me at all, you know that I am not a fan of winter. I don’t ski or harbor any great desire to frolic in the snow. Granted it’s not all bad, snow is quite beautiful for the first 24 to 48 hours. After that though it tends to get a bit dingy, at least in the city, which is where I spend most of my time, hunkered down waiting for the big thaw of Spring to arrive. But when the combination of rain and freezing temps create unimaginably beautiful patterns of ice, even I have to agree, this is truly wonderful. Here are a couple of snappys I made this morning on the roof of my porch outside my window.