The Zamboni handiwork finished
It's been colder, but 10 degrees with a stiff wind certainly gets your attention—and makes a photography trek more than a mite uncomfortable. All of yesterday's abundance of liquid water has disappeared, phase-changed into smooth, solid ice. Putting on skates and traveling gracefully—well, trying to—up and down the edges of the millpond is tempting, but it'll require a few more days of frigid temperatures to make the ice thick enough to reliably support a human. For now, I'll have to be content to stand in approximately the same spot as I did yesterday and capture an entirely different scene.