I didn’t get a chance to see these in their most frosty glory, as I was taking lunchtime photos out of town. I did, however, come up just before sundown to grab some shots. That actually worked out well; I was able to use some fill flash to separate these wrought-iron beasts from their darkening and blueing backgrounds.
Roll, Bison! Well, maybe not this guy. Funny story behind this one. My kids dubbed it Steve. When we’d be out driving in my truck we’d make a point to drive by and stop. Even though we wouldn’t get out, the kids would yell, “Hi, Steve! Bye, Steve!” And on we’d roll. Well, Steve got his picture took Monday night.