THE ICE AGE saw the destruction of many monsters but it seemed as if some came back during a recent cold spell in southwest BC. A string of Icicles clung to the greenery with a firm dinosaur-like grip smothering the winter berries.
Reptilian creatures with grotesque heads devoured the fruit.
Their jagged claws with freezing sharp tips sent a chilling message.
Beware you don't get stabbed by an icy spear on your way out the gate, it said.
Ducking to get to the car in the driveway ...
I observed magical reflections within the icy formations.
Ice cages entrapped the berries and ensnared their leaves.
I could imagine ice palaces within those slithery smooth walls and strange worlds where everything glistened and warmth was feared.
The glorious architecture all the more worthy of being revered because it is normally short-lived in my rainy corner of the world.