All day long, there was a constant crackling of ice falling falling from the trees and hitting the frozen crust over the snow on the ground. It finally slowed down around 8 or 9 pm as the temperatures dropped below feezing again. I happened to walk outside for one last glimpse of the ice before heading to bed, but I ended up grabbing my tripod and staying out there for another 30 minutes or so.
It was hard to get an image that was reasonably sharp as the tiniest breeze kept gently swaying the branches ruining otherwise good versions. I finally settled on a pretty high ISO setting so I could keep the shutter speed as short as possible.
When all is said and done, this is how it felt.