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Last weekend, an icestorm swept through Michigan's Upper Peninsula leaving a delicate, ephemeral world in its wake. It's difficult to convey pure enchantment in mere words. How to capture the magic of an ice-covered forest sparkling on a winter's day?
The tinkling of tiny icicles in the breeze?
The charm of a perching chickadee encompassed by a glimmer of colors reflecting the sunlight? A red poll in a nook rimmed by icy fringe?
The moon sailing just beyond a glimmering, ice-covered birch?
It seemed best to let the land speak for itself. After combing through the literally hundreds of photos and videos I took over the weekend, this video came together, but it still only hints at the mystic beauty we were privileged to live in for those particularly spellbinding days.
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