Ice turning to water at the Plymouth Ice Festival.
There’s not a big problem fighting the crowds.
Plenty of space.
Not the most comfortable seat.
Many in the midwest were wondering when the polar vortex would end, when the temperatures would climb. Those of us in Plymouth knew, it climbs above freezing just in time for the Plymouth Ice Festival. With misty rain and temperatures around 40 degrees Fahrenheit, the ice sculptures are in a losing battle. It’s now a game of “What Was That?” I took the photos in black and white, because, trust me, everything is pretty grey out there anyway.
This is where I start, this morning, with a very manageable amount of snow on the ground. Many, many predictions yesterday, everything from three to eighteen inches discussed, we’ll see where we end up tonight. It continues to snow, and it will throughout the day, and tomorrow, the other threat of winter, severe cold is predicted.
We will look to the future, when everything is dug out, and the temperatures rise a little, but for now, we are holed up in the house reading the newspaper retrieved from the yellow bag that wasn’t quite buried. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.