Ice over millpond

After the snow stopped, the cold returned, and while it wasn't frigid as a couple of days ago, it did fall into the single digits, eight degrees, to be exact. I bundled up, sheltered the DSLR against my shirt under my vest and jacket—the Nikon isn't happy when the temp's below 20—and hit the road. My destination was the millpond waterfall, and my hope that the thin layer of snow that fell yesterday would now be a canvas on which the night-time animals had written stories about their recent activities. I figured there'd be deer, mice, and coyote tracks, and I wasn't disappointed, but try as I might, I couldn't find evidence that the otters, signs of which I'd found during the summer in this area, were still around. The search, however, wasn't entirely in vain, since I spotted some exquisite ice formations that mirrored the current—frozen falls.