Drifts and Icicles

The following was written by Henry Beston
The secret of snow is the beauty of the curve. In no other manifestation of nature is the curve revealed in an almost abstract purity as a part of the visible mystery and splendor of the world. What I think of , as I set down these lines, is the intense and almost glowing line which a great dune of snow lifts against the blue radiance of the morning after a storm, that high, clear, and incomparable crest which is mathematics and magic, snow and the wind.  How many times have I paused to stare at such a summit when I have found it barring my way at a turn of the unploughed country road! It is when winds are strong, temperatures low, and the snow almost power-dry that you will see such monuments of winter at their best. Dunes of sand obey the same complex of laws, but the heaver sand does not have the aerial grace of the bodiless and radiant crystal wnich builds the snow against the sky.
Henry Beston lived near here on Damariscotta Lake.
I will certainly remember this winter for the drifts.
Sunday February 15
I was all excited about the blizzard but it didn't develop like they predicted. The wind however is blowing hard and I am not going out until later to walk the dog or maybe not. I do have to bring in some wood for the stove.

front of the house

icicles in front of door, not shoveled

large icicle and snow bank

ther is a path through there to the mud room door.

Even with the wind snow clumps cling to branches. Seen from my back window.

There are 4 windows in the front of the house that are part of the original structure, this being one. Ice patterns form on them.