Day 188: Melt

I won't say how many tries it took me to get a shot of a drop falling off an icicle. Ok, 74.

Day 185: Icicles

"It's very unusual for Michael not to show up for work. My guess, he's either deeply depressed or an icicle has snapped off his roof and impaled his brain. He has this terrible habit of standing directly underneath them and staring up at them. And I always say, 'Michael, take two steps back and stare at the icicle from the side.' And he's like, 'No, I like the way they look from standing directly underneath them.' It was only a matter of time."