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.
The water becomes a mirror to look up under the ice, a complete surprise the first time I saw it.
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.”
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