Yesterday when I was outside blowing bubbles as the sun was setting, I’d come around to the front yard to see if I could blow the bubbles into the air and have them land intact on a surface … like the hood of my car.  Some visitors were leaving one neighbor’s house and as they turned around in the cul-de-sac, they paused … at the end of my driveway … and I felt as though they must be thinking “Why on earth is a grown woman out in this weather playing with soap bubbles?”

This morning I woke up early and donned my long johns and a couple more layers and then headed out at the beginning of that blue hour before sunrise.   I learned fairly quickly, that 10 degrees is still not cold enough to freeze the bubbles in the air.   And every bubble that I blew into the air would pop as soon as it touched any surface.  So I pulled out my trusty straw and found that I could blow a bubble … a nearly spherical bubble on a surface with a straw once the surface had been primed by blowing a couple of failed bubbles on the surface.   And they would freeze … visibility freeze.  Still not as spectacular as the ones I’d seen posted, it was quite cool.  While I was busy photographing the bubbles I’d blown on the top of a trash can and my mailbox, another neighbor headed came out of their house to head to work (I suppose) … and they were probably thinking I have lost my mind to be out photographing my mailbox in this weather.

There were 4 or 5 bubbles still somewhat spherical in shape when I headed back into the house to warm up and get ready to head to work.  When I came back out 30 minutes later, they were still intact.  I imagine they didn’t last much longer though.  The sun was getting high enough to begin peaking through the trees.