As a photographer I’ve long marveled at the small differences in light and composition that make a photograph either dynamic or a cliché. In my career as an educator who spent thirty years teaching people all over the world to “Think Thermally,” I also never failed to be amazed at how a small difference—in temperature—could change so much, especially when that difference was between 31°F and 33°F.
Yesterday found me rushing to get out onto my favorite little stream in Middlesex in the bitter cold (1°F) to catch the new ice that only last week—as temperatures soared to 50°F—had suddenly become meltwater. I was rewarded with several kinds of ice patterns I’ve never seen before and a delightful, even if cold, morning hiking the length of this remarkable spot.
Rain again here this morning and predictions of more single digits this weekend: I love March!