Let there be icicles (before they all melt!)

This blog is dedicated to icicles everywhere.  You know who you are.  Hanging on eaves, on windows, on roofs. 

Icicle antics

You readers know what the icicles are doing now.  Shhh…open your door…listen.  If the temperature has nudged above the freezing mark, the icicles are dripping.  Weeping.  Splashing.  Singing.  Whatever you want to call it…the icicles are melting.

Timid icicles


Pull up your sleeve and this icicle will give you a shot!

The icicles are everywhere, everywhere.  You see them hanging out on storefronts, down along the bay, in the woods.  Each has its own special personality.  You could spend the day photographing icicles and never find two exactly the same.


Do we all know why icicles are born?  Let’s pause a moment to think scientifically and digest this Wikipedia explanation:

An icicle is a spike of ice formed when water dripping or falling from an object freezes. Typically, icicles will form when ice or snow is melted by either sunlight or some other heat source (such as heat leaking from the interior of a heated building), and the resulting melted water runs off into an area where the ambient temperature is below the freezing point of water (0°C/32°F), causing the water to re-freeze. Over time continued water runoff will cause the icicle to grow.

Curtain of icicles

Some houses feature dainty icicles and some houses sport serious icicles.  Some folks claim that houses need more insulation when their icicles grow into gigantic magnificent displays.  Some people think their heating bills grow more gigantic than the icicles off their front porch.

Dainty icicles against yellow

Icicles in the sunshine gleam much more beautiful than beneath a cloud-covered sky.  Sunshine makes the icicles sparkle merrily.  Sunshine also makes the beauties melt…and when the temperature soars into the 30’s the merry melting music begins.  Drip, drip, drip…

Spring-lovers feel their hearts lighten!  Ice fishermen scowl.

Grand-daddy of an icicle

Before we close this “ode to icicles” let us pause briefly to view icicles attached to snow sliding slowly slowly down our garage roof.  Look at this avalanche of snow and ice creeping down the metal roof!

You might not want to stand under this.

OK, let’s move a little closer to view the underbelly of this roof avalanche:

One of these days it will slide off...you don't want to be under it on that particular day.

I hope you have enjoyed this icicle tour.  If you have any of your own, hurry to admire the sparkling shafts.  Before it’s too late.  Before spring arrives and they depart.

Spring should be arriving here in the Upper Peninsula soon–at least by April!

About Kathy

I live in the middle of the woods in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Next to Lake Superior's cold shores. I love to blog.
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25 Responses to Let there be icicles (before they all melt!)

  1. Dawn says:

    No fair! We have no melting icicles! We have only snow snow snow! I want something melting!. Oh wait. We had that two days ago. So soon I forget.

    • Kathy says:

      So soon we forget, so soon we forget… You guys had your snow and now (maybe) we’re getting ours tomorrow. Hope melting is happening soon for you!

  2. Marjory says:

    Wow, Kathy, these icicles are beautiful art formations from nature! They almost look like hieroglyphics from some ancient land.
    Thank you for sharing this beautiful poetic language of nature.

    • Kathy says:

      Hi Marjory! Aren’t those icicles beautiful? They are poetry, hieroglyphics, the language the earth speaks when we’re listenining to melting secrets. I’ll bet you could dream what they are saying, too…

  3. Ohhhhhhhhh, the one that’s like a hypodermic needle (visions of a psychotic dentist) gave me the willies!

  4. Dawn says:

    The melting ones look like lacy. Do they ever get so big they actually connect to the ground? It would be like an ice jail! 🙂

    • Kathy says:

      They do look lacy, Dawn. Good thing Cindy Lou answered about them connecting to the ground. I’ve hardly ever seen that happen, but apparently it does. We don’t want to get caught in that jail!

  5. Gerry says:

    OK, step back, ladies and gentlemen, let the ambulance through now – bad case of cabin fever over here . . .

  6. Love the Ode to Icicles, Kathy. Icicles have been long gone around here. Maybe we’ll get some more, as winter is not over. I have some pictures which I may post somewhere. Because our snow came with stormy wind, all my icicles were bent toward the house. Very odd.

    • Kathy says:

      Your icicles are gone, Carla? I’ll bet you’ll get a few more soon. Let me know if you post them. Did you see how the icicles on the end of the garage roof-avalanche all pointed inward toward the garage? I love when that happens! It’s magic.

  7. Martha says:

    Knew this would be interesting and surprising! Wonderful pictures!

    • Kathy says:

      Thanks, Martha! Glad you enjoyed the Ode to Icicles. It’s weird…I thought last night…no one is going to comment to this one. And look at everybody here!

  8. bjspring says:

    Cool photos.

  9. Cindy Lou says:

    Very cool! There were some neat ones out at camp the other day – all sparkly in the sunshine, but….my little camera went on the fritz. (it’s fixed now but I was really sorry I didn’t have it then) And….I’ve been carefully watching a big curl slide off the roof at camp, but my ‘baby’ boy (23!) took a big stick and knocked them all off the other day! Bad boy!

    I DO love the sound of dripping icicles! There was always a massive one (and yes, Dawn, it went all the way to the ground) at the back corner of the Legion in Baraga – it was always one of the coolest!

    • Kathy says:

      You were able to fix your fritzing camera? Did you bring it in to be fixed? I am really curious cuz my original Sony Cybershot is still sitting around looking mournful and am half-wondering if someone could still fix it. Laughing at Ricky knocking off the big curl…boys will be boys, right? Even at 23!

    • Dawn says:

      They do connect to the ground! How cool. 🙂


  10. Susan D. says:

    I heard symphonies in my head while viewing the photos …. everything from Dance of the Sugar Plum Faries to the William Tell Overture … wind chimes entered also …. accompanying the delicate ones … Just a lovely, lovely tribute, Kathy. Thanks!

    • Kathy says:

      Susan, you heard MUSIC as you viewed the icicle photos? Wow, cool. You are amazing. Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle… nah, the Dance of the Sugar Plum Faeries sounds better… 🙂

  11. Emma says:

    “This blog is dedicated to icicles everywhere. You know who you are.”


    I find icicles fascinating, too. Thank you for the tour! 🙂

    • Kathy says:

      Oh good, Emma, you laughed! Now I am laughing too. Sometimes I write these blogs and laugh and laugh thinking, “Who wrote that??” Have all your icicles melted over there in the East? You’ve probably got spring already, you lucky ducks.

  12. Jane says:

    Always astounds me how that “avalanche snow” hangs onto a roof, defying all gravity.
    But what a difference a day makes to icicle growing… how we’re right back to snow mound growing instead.

    • Kathy says:

      Yes, Jane, why is it that the avalanche snow won’t simply fall off? It just stays there. I haven’t figured that one out either. Wonder how much snow we’ll get from this upcoming snow.

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