Thanks to Pat Benatar for a musical reference upon which to base the title of this post. I’ve shared a few images of ice-encrusted trees over the past few days, collected on my venture east of town Sunday afternoon. These fence photos are actually some of the first photos I grabbed on my way out.

The fences east of town looked downright globby in places, with the barbs completely encased in ice at times. As you can see, there was a lot of ice on everything; some of the barbs looked to have a half-inch of ice on them.

Those are an entirely different phenomenon than this, one of my favorite barbed wire photos from 2009. In this case the frost spikes were enormous too, but not nearly as encasing as the ice of last Friday.