The great Robert Krulwich tells this story over at NPR:
It was three, maybe four o’clock in the morning when he first saw them. Grad student Jeff Bowman was on the deck of a ship; he and a University of Washington biology team were on their way back from the North Pole. It was cold outside, the temperature had just dropped, and as the dawn broke, he could see a few, then more, then even more of these little flowery things, growing on the frozen sea.
“I was absolutely astounded,” he says. They were little protrusions of ice, delicate, like snowflakes. They began growing in the dry, cold air “like a meadow spreading off in all directions. Every available surface was covered with them.” What are they?
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“Frost flowers,” he was told. “I’d never heard of them,” Jeff says, “but they were everywhere.”
The science of frost flowers is beautiful all on its own. Me, I’m wondering what you folks might make of it as a political metaphor.
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