The continuing stories of a British family exiled (by choice) in the US and finding themselves in southern Maine.
Monday, March 2, 2015
Day 8.051: Forked
I took this picture of a spectacular forked icicle hanging from roof. It's by no means the biggest icicle we've had, but almost certainly the most remarkable.
In the process I seem to have managed to catch a drop of water falling nearby.
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