There is often a sort of beauty and the beast sense that fluctuates right along with the weather in this area. For example, the icy stairs also became quick recipients of an icy stare. The glare of ice on them was hardly a match for the glare in the glance from the photographer who slid down them and landed up next to them. Camera in hand, there was little left to do but take a picture from a unique new angle. The pickup truck had its own version of frosted windows, and then the beauty of sunlight on icy branches offered a hint of hope, soon to be followed by nearby trees beautifully decorated with real icicles. (Photos by Dianne Phelps)