I’ve been walking on ice the past few days. Wearing cleats takes the fear out of it, however, and I feel a funny sort of thrill to clump on where others, unshod, tread hesitantly or not at all.
I’m intent to get back to this part of the North Branch, in the next few days to see what the ice has become. I made this photograph six years ago, laying belly-out in the snow along the bank trying to see the photo without disturbing the ice or falling in.
I love to be near water when it is changing to ice. So little difference in temperature and such a great difference in form. As my friend and fellow blogger, Katie, said earlier today “If you look, the winter lets you in.”