Under deep ice
Under the ice
It wasn't quite as frigid this morning as it has been—teens, rather than low, single digits—so I was able to bring along the dSLR to grab some more detailed pictures. With few birds and fewer plants in the area, and with no snow on the ground to record tracks, I've been spending my time observing ice, which is beautifully smooth and relatively clear, since the earlier rain served as a kind of natural Zamboni and wiped the slate clean. The ice is also at least six-to-eight-inches deep, unusual for our area and a boon to skaters and ice fishermen, both of whom are taking advantage of the situation. I've also used the ice to my advantage, venturing out on it to see and document everything, from leaves to bubbles, that wound up entombed. The prison won't last long.