In This Home on Ice

As some of you may have read elsewhere, I live in an apartment complex that has been taken over by icicles. I can't remember such extreme icicles last year - I think we've had many more dramatic temperature shifts this winter, allowing the icicles to grow and flourish. Our deck in particular has a spectacular array of icicles. I have been taking pictures of them every day for the past few weeks to observe their growth. I really hope you're keen on pictures of icicles, because you're in for a lot of them:

This is the first picture I took, about three weeks ago.

This picture is one day later. You can use the house that is just left of center as a constant to judge the overall growth.

This picture is from one day after the previous picture. I was shocked to see how much they grew in just two days. Their size has waxed and waned a little since then, but it's stayed about the same.

A close-up view.

The building's exterior lights give the icicles a creamsicle glow at night.

My fortress of solitude (look at it upside down).

We've even started to get ice stalagmites, which I didn't even know existed. I think it kind of looks like a seal.

Editor's note: I originally titled this post "When Icicles Hang by the Wall," a quote from Shakespeare's Love's Labour's Lost. By I ended up going with a song title by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. Seems like I keep choosing pop culture over the classics.