I've walked by them dozens of times since the first overnight frost in October that effectively brought death and and end to the season. They have always been a means to an end...a utilitarian tool...nothing more. They are the skeletons that form in the Spring and support life throughout the Summer.
After the ice storm, at Wednesday's first light, they caught my eye. Transformed by nature from a discarded seasonal tool to exquisite ice sculptures glistening in the sun. The tomato cages that give structure to young tomato plants each Spring. I saw them again as never before...knowing that even something as mundane as twisted wire has a beauty all it's own when seen in the right light.