It has been a winter of ice. With repeated rain followed by freezing, waterfalls have become garlanded with sheets of ice, with the actual waterfalls almost hidden under icy covers.

Forests have been transformed. Tree branches have been armored in clear ice. Or droplets have frozen in mid-drip on each branch, as up in Pinkham Notch when I started up the Tuckerman Ravine Trail last week. Upon closer inspection, the half-inch-long drips of ice had silvery bubbles in them, like looking into a small universe.

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