Fire.

The glowing embers of a dying fire are endlessly fascinating, evoking almost primaeval emotions. Time stands still as you watch the flames slowly dance over the hot coals, the soft light and gentle warmth surrounding you.

Ice, on the other hand…

… is quite a different beast. Brilliant harsh crystals smothering trees like a heavy coat. Yet it doesn’t provide warmth, only a crushing weight that can snap mature trees like dry twigs. Why is it that both fascinate us?

No doubt the trees do not share our perspective.