I love a good meteorological term and a polar vortex almost beats a microburst... So -13C and sunshine and icicles like tassels on logs across the river or donut-shaped droplets from twigs or these bulbous beauties.
Alone along the river was stunningly peaceful and sparkly, until I realised I'd locked my keys in the car! Then I had to wait to be rescued and mildly mocked before my rescuer wisely relocated to Paradise Diner and I followed.
