Jan 082017
It is a brisk Sunday in Georgia — cold enough with wind chill for some area churches to close, in a part of the country where going to church is as natural for most as breathing. I ventured as far as my backyard with bare hands and my iPhone camera, with plans to shoot a few ice photos and then begin to tackle a fallen apple tree (though claimed at last by ice, it has been dying slowly over the last few years due to black knot fungus). I did take a few photographs, and then made a half-hearted attempt to remove one of the tree’s limbs before retreating inside.
