
Feathers in frost,
How crystals grow
Waving and curling
See the cold flow
Other designs
Jack Frost can draw
Painting his marks
They are sublime.
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Feathers in frost,
How crystals grow
Waving and curling
See the cold flow
Other designs
Jack Frost can draw
Painting his marks
They are sublime.
When I’m not painting or sketching, I’m doodling.
Meet Jack Frost, or the Thorn Fairy depending on the time of year? I don’t know where the idea came from. But nights are getting a bit longer and colder and today seemed really cold in our house. It was so chilly I put a jumper on! Then this evening I looked up at our bedroom window. The top pane was wide open, no wonder it was cold! Hubby admitted it had been open since this morning. We agreed heating the outside atmosphere with our central heating system is not a good idea!
So now Jack Frost is a Thorn Fairy. A useful creature to keep people out of our garden, perhaps!
Frost on the bonnet of my car. How does it grow like that? Feathers created by a mysterious creature called Jack Frost. Water frozen in amazing patterns, crystallising into flakes or swirls or swooping spirals. Beauty in nature, patterns from tiny water molecules.
This photo is from a couple of years ago. I haven’t seen frost like this, this winter. We have has snow, and some passing frosts, but nothing to build up a deep layer of ice like this. I would love to try and draw it if it happens again, particularly when it builds up on the windscreen of my car…
Trying to draw Frost from my memory. Not easy. I couldn’t get the feathery patterns that it makes. Drawn in ArtRage oils. Working between metallic and non metallic white on a blue background.
I remember going to bed in the cold. The Frost built up inside the windows. Our breath condensing on the glass. I was on the window side of the room (I shared with my sister) and the curtains were thin and yellow. Behind them a wide windowledge, then wooden window frames with curly cast iron handles to open them. I’d look out on freezing nights and see ‘Jack frost’ on the panes. If it was really cold we were allowed to put the one bar electric heater on until we got in bed under eider downs and our school macs to keep warm under. I’d often sleep with my coat over my head. Breathe warm air on my hands and try and stop shivering. We only got double glazing to our n family home after I’d left for college I think….
Ice like feathers,
ice like blood,
ice poured over the bonnet of a car.
Jack Frosts finger nails have skittered across
Leaving their trail of frozen air.
Ice leaps over
ice slips on,
Ice is strong till it is fractured.
Warm air makes ice wet, clammy, then it melts.
Jack Frost,
Dream maker,
gone.