icicle time

29 January 2005, 1:30 pm

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By Monday morning, the icicle was coming along nicely, but by then, I’d talked to my folks, who were weathering a somewhat lesser storm in Maryland.
I had thought 2 or 3 feet was a big icicle, but now I’ve heard of icicles more than one story tall, which makes this one seem smaller than it did before.


The trash can in our back yard seems to have a “forcefield,” but the column supporting our back porch doesn’t.
But mostly I think this looks cool and weird, even a little spooky.


View from my office into the driveway. This is another of the upstairs neighbors’ vehicles — see the antenna?


Monday mid-morning I took a break from my work to dig my way out to the Good Samaritan sidewalk trench.
The snow was very light and powdery, but I was still flu-ridden and tired easily.
The snow drifted so much that it’s very hard to assess what the snowfall really was, and official estimates vary from 24 inches to well over 30. I think it’s safe to say there is “a lot” of snow.
And I’m still amused by snowforms, in this case how the storm has made the cars into nearly rectangular bricks.


Monday afternoon I headed to my mailbox (and to the library, where they kindly waived the 5 cents overdue fine for the book the storm prevented me returning on time). I’m used to seeing big piles of snow like this in parking lots, where big yellow machines have mounded them up into ragged icy cones. I’m not used to seeing them on my street.


Our driveway, with the neighbors’ snow-ensconced vehicles. I told you there was a car there!


The Great White Northern Snow Shark attempts to lure its victims into striking range by adopting camouflage coloration.
In this case, the shark is mimicking a minivan. Though vicious, this fearsome predator has been hunted to near-extinction, because it is too dim to realize that its distinctive dorsal fin is a dead giveaway.


This is not a tiny little side street like the one we live on; this a heavily-trafficked commuter route.


More fun with snowforms. When I was very young, I loved to look at Popular Mechanics articles with pictures of “Cars of the Future.” I think by 2005 most cars were supposed to fly, but on the ground or in the air, they all seemed to sport weird teardrop shapes like this.


I am just so glad I don’t drive anymore.


It’s a good thing this sign is here. . .


. . .isn’t it? Actually, I hate to say it, but it looks like it might be fun to try. If there were no pedestrians, of course.
(More on this theme later.)


There weren’t a lot of people on the road Monday, but the few who were driving seemed weirdly overconfident.
Somerville is hilly, and by late afternoon the mix of slush and packed snow had started to refreeze in patches, making for an extremely unpredictable surface.
The car in the foreground has just started to skid (don’t worry, this shot was taken with zoom); in the distance you can see police assisting a motorist who got stuck in a snowbank.
In my short walk to the mailbox and back I saw no actual accidents, but 4 or 5 near-misses.


Checking in with “my” icicle at the end of the workday. It’s been too cold for much growth, but the tip is just a little below the bottom of that window to the left.


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