I pushed myself out of the house early the other day, hoping to find interesting subjects to photograph. I didn’t know where I was headed, but there was pretty hoar frost on the ground and it wouldn’t last.
I drove east, thinking about a river that softly winds through farms and open land. But just a few minutes from home I noticed heavy frost in the fields of a vegetable farm. No one seemed to be around, so I pulled into the loading area.
It looked like a hurriedly abandoned stage set, with wooden palettes, bundles of plastic tarps, irrigation equipment, and the smaller “props” of paper cups and gloves strewn haphazardly about, and feathered with frost.
Weed-choked rows of cabbage and chard opened frost-fuzzed leaves to the sun. Why wasn’t the field fully harvested?
Tangles of tarps caught the sunlight. The bloom of frost softened the folds, creating modern versions of Old Master paintings (to my eye anyway!).
An empty gas can wore a crown of frost feathers.
It had been a very satisfying morning shoot. I was cold and hungry – time to leave, but first, one last shot of the wheel line irrigation equipment.
You may wonder why there’s all this irrigation equipment if you know Seattle’s reputation for abundant rain. Actually summers here are dry as a bone so farms and gardens are often irrigated in the growing season.
I’m beginning to think this beautiful hoar frost is fairly common here. I almost never saw frost like this around New York, yet winters in New York are plenty cold – much harsher, in fact. Oh well, there’s still a lot to learn about my new home! And to that end, I found this short weather video explaining how hoar frost forms.