I've had several people share this article with me about gorgeous frozen bubbles and suggest that I give it a try. Since I live in the Land of Lincoln, the land of weather extremes, I knew it was just a matter of time before a nice cold day would come around.
Enter Winter Storm Ion. I sent KJ out the the garage last night to bring the bubble mix inside. It was frozen solid. I was really excited by the prospect of super-cool science and photography all mixed together! Geeked out!
We went out this morning, with the dog. Winter is fun! Snowstorms are exciting. The dog loved it for five seconds! Woo hoo! Snow! Wind! Doggie winter coat! (She secretly hates us.)
After we put the dog back inside, we got the bubbles out and couldn't wait to create gorgeous bubble art (in15°, 20mph wind weather.) Yay! Frozen bubbles.
Sure, I was able to blow bubbles, but the 20 mph winds took them away faster than my frozen fingers could get the camera out. And even if I had been able to get the camera out, there's no way I could have actually found the bubbles in the viewfinder. Between the gray sky, snow-covered background and swirling snow, I could barely find them with the naked eye before the wind demolished them. Boo. Stupid Winter Storm Ion.
There was one that froze and then started to pop and drifted about in the the sky like a deflated balloon. I consider that my victory. It was awesome. Can't you just imagine it?
So, those lovely, frosty bubbles, the ones that look like broken glass that the mom in the article managed to capture with such beauty? Not so much. Here's my Central Illinois version of gorgeous, frozen, broken-glass bubbles.
See them there, on the stick?