My mom once told me trees like this were called “white ghosts,” but I can’t verify on the web. This might be an Appalachian colloquialism that hasn’t made the leap to the digital realm. Either way, I these trees always catch my eye on the way up to Oxford.
Digging the winter and light this morning.
All these photos were taken along Interstate 74 heading east in a sort of snow dump. There wasn’t a lot of accumulation at this point, but the conditions were pretty bad for motorists. Limited visibility, relatively uncleared roads and some slick spots made for harrowing travel. I’m thankful the task was handled with aplomb by […]