I don’t talk about work here I like to keep this space reserved for my artistic endeavors. But some times the line between journalism and art blurs. This morning was one of those moments. In a young almond orchard juts outside of town a farmer left the sprinkler irrigation system on all night. Temperatures dipped well below freezing resulting in a field of ice covering the trees.
I wasn’t the only one with a camera when I arrived at the frozen orchard. Cars were lining the road shoulder as drivers hooped out of their cars to snap quick camera phone pictures of the icy field. A thin layer of ice coated the mud while two to three-foot-long icicles dangled from the tree branches and string lines holding the trees in place. From a distance , when I was driving to the orchard, you could see the ice glow brightly in the morning sun. The orchard stretched for a few hundred feet along the roadway and I had a quite the choice of icicle formations to photograph.
The last time I photographed ice were frozen footprints in the mud during a chilly January hike along the slopes of Mount Diablo. The orchard freeze had left the most intriguing pattern of icicles down the rows. I shot mostly with 70-200mm f/2.8 zoom,as I couldn’t get too close with the sprinkler system still turned on. I did time it right and as the sprinkler pattern swept past I moved in for close for a few ground level shots with a 10-22mm wide-angle lens.
Shooting into the low morning sun illuminated the thick icicles showing their translucence. The frozen ground shimmered in the morning sunlight as well making for a surreal scene just of the road.
I can’t ever remember seeing such a mass of ice in town before and most likely I won’t see it again. It made for some truly beautiful and stark images that are know are fleeting as those sights will melt away in the warmth of the day.
That is really pretty!
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