Shadow dance
The storm is past, and it's cold, still, and dazzling. There's at least a foot of snow on the ground, so getting anywhere off road is best done on snowshoes, with cross-country skis a close second. Still, if it's just a short distance off the beaten path—you can clearly see where this expression came from—and you don't mind changing boots, you can just charge into the crusted over powder. That's what I did to get to this spot in the backyard south of the house late in the afternoon. I can't quite remember what these stalks were in life, but they're quite wonderful in the after-life.