It doesn't show up very well at this scale, but the droplets on the ends of these stalactites did a nice job of reflecting and refracting (both are involved) light from my flash back to the lens, so it looks as if there's a little twinkly light at the end of each of the so-called "soda straws." I'll get into the chemistry of how these sorts of speleothems form later, but I have some chores that need to get taken care of (Otherwise Bif will eat me in my sleep.) before I go home.Photo unmodified.
It's a stormy winter weekend here in the upper mid-west. And it's Stupor Bowl this Sunday, and little but college basketball otherwise. Neither one generates any interest, and if you don't know, dumping on basketball in the heartland of the USA is a sacreligous in the minds of many. Sorry, but us hockey guys never understood how a game without sticks where hitting is against the rules could be called a sport. So what do gardeners do? Well, you cook up a storm. A