Last month, on a horse farm in rural Kentucky, my husband and I dropped acid. An ice storm had swept through the state on the morning of the day we arrived, leaving every tree branch, pebble, and blade of grass encapsulated in a translucent sheath of crystalline ice.
Dispatch from the Crystal Cathedral
Dispatch from the Crystal Cathedral
Dispatch from the Crystal Cathedral
Last month, on a horse farm in rural Kentucky, my husband and I dropped acid. An ice storm had swept through the state on the morning of the day we arrived, leaving every tree branch, pebble, and blade of grass encapsulated in a translucent sheath of crystalline ice.