One day last week we woke up to a world encased with ice. Rain froze right where it dripped off branches. Water in suspension. The bamboo forest bowed down, their tips grazing the ground, and delicately laying across our electric line, with an unspoken threat. We had been warned by neighbors that the bamboo forest had taken out the neighborhood electricity for 10 day during an ice storm one year. So a call to the electric company happened, and then I was out with my camera slip sliding away. It was like a world sprinkled with crystals, glittering and cold.