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Ice storm


It was cold and drizzly all day Monday and Tuesday, and Tuesday evening the temperature dropped further and the skies started pelting Fort Worth with little pellets of ice. The net result was a 1/4" thick sheet of solid ice covered with a crunchy layer of icy beads. Traffic chaos, but very beautiful when the sun came out on Wednesday morning.


7th St outside our apartment has a slight incline, and many vehicles were struggling to gain traction up the hill. This truck gave up and decided to reverse back down the middle of the road.


The pavements were fine, with an effect like walking on fine gravel, but where on the roads, where the cars compressed all the ice, it was very slippery. Everything travelled at about 15 mph.


This is a leaf encased in the ice layer on the car park, and this shows the texture of the ice.
















Once the sun got going it all started melting pretty soon, resulting in semi-frozen rivers down the edge of the road.

A couple more pretty pictures just for the fun of it.

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Anonymous said…
Love the pictures!

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