Festival of Angels in York

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Around this time of year the local traders in York’s Quarter get together and display a series of ice sculptures outside their premises. It’s a popular event, this year spilling over into adjoining streets. Here are just a couple of the sculptures from yesterday.

 

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  1. kimbofo

    Oh, these are so beautiful. Amazing how a bit of frozen water can be transformed into something so lovely. Thanks for sharing your pics.

    jb says: I’d have liked to publish them as larger images, but my bandwidth allowance is approaching its monthly limit.

  2. Lee

    I agree with Kim. I’ve had a fascination with ice - and ice sculptures -for a long time. A small but probably stupid question: what happens when the midday sun shines on them? or rain?

    jb says: They melt, even before the midday sun. As soon as the ice comes out of the freezer it’s beginning to melt. But they, or most of them, being angels, it seems quite right that at different points during the day they etherealize and eventually disappear altogether.

  3. Lee

    And keep rematerialising next morning?

  4. Julia

    These are gorgeous, thanks for posting the pics.

    jb says: Well. . . the pictures are nice but the real things, being made of ice and standing there frozen in front of you, they’re something else.

  5. M.E Ellis

    Amazing talent.

    :o)

  6. crimeficreader

    Thanks John - lovely to see! (I had no chance of making York by the way - Leeds, Sheffield, Hull and Lincoln demanded my attention on this travelling occasion. But how I’d have loved to see the ice sculptures, given half a chance!)

    jb says: Let me know next time . . .

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