An ice storm is something that holds rare beauty. My first memory of one was the 2003 ice storm when I was in college in Kentucky. In December ’09, I was with my family during the ice storm that hit Illinois. On the morning of the storm, I spent several hours with my father, Allen Steely, out in the freezing rain taking pictures of the ice. We would run out of the car and take a photograph of a tree or a park bench, and return quickly to warm back up. Perhaps ice storms are not so rare, but I still get excited at the prediction. I hope to take advantage of each opportu...
