Icing

I was having a big time out in the yard photographing the glassy branches when a big oak limb in my neighbor’s yard snapped and fell to the ground, bringing a power line (or cable line? not sure) to the ground with it. I thought for a split second she’d coming running outside and see me there at midnight and suspect I’d done something to bring the branch down, but then I realized the bigger threat to me was the big oak limbs above my head in my own yard, which were swaying and tinkling and cracking with every breath of wind. And I hauled my ass back inside and called it a night.