Ed Gulley’s WindChime In The Ice and Snow

I didn’t recognize the sound, but when I looked in the direction it came from, I saw Ed Gulley’s wind chime swaying in the icy breeze.  It sounded so different because that’s what happens when it’s below zero.   The sounds of things change.  The clang of the cast iron frying pan and metal milking hardware were deeper than usual. More solemn and slow, as if it was harder for them to move in the cold.

So I said hello to Ed as I usually do when I hear his windchime singing.  And I took this picture, imagining the sun heating up the frying pan enough to make an icicle, that breaks off in the snow when it gets too long.