Crunchy

This is the very best kind of ice to find in the morning puddles! Thin, noisy and loudly crackly, it often has no water left underneath it, the whole film having frozen to an icy potato chip consistency.

I'd taken the dogs out for a quick constitutional in the back alley this morning when I spied this. Sent the dogs back inside and grabbed the camera. I got quite involved in the project. And then got quite involved in smashing the ice with my boots. And then got quite embarrassed when the kids from the nearby group home said "Hi?" and I remembered that under my long winter coat I was wearing pyjamas. Long modest flannel ones I hasten to add.

Still, I now risk being categorized with the elderly neighbour who (in summer) brings out his garbage sporting nothing but boxers.