There are about three thousand reasons to love this beautiful place where we live, but we’ve spent a lot of this winter complaining about the one thing we DON’T love: ice on the streets and sidewalks. When day after day the temperature climbed above freezing only to drop again each night, we had continuous ice from the thaws and refreezing. We have both taken bad falls in our lives, so we are babies when it comes to walking cautiously, fearfully. But when I haven’t been afraid of slipping, falling, I have had to admit that this nemesis of ours can be incredibly beautiful.
Here are some of my favorite photos of ice that I’ve accumulated this winter. ( And by the way, NONE of these have filters. The colors really are true.)
The frozen water that gathers at the shore line changes constantly. One week there are thousands of broken crystals in shattered pieces, another week there are piles built up, added to by continual waves.
And up close, the beauty of ice!
And just yesterday, more snow, then ice, then more snow. But we were left with gorgeous scenes; gleaming trees, shining branches.
I won’t miss the ice under my feet when it is finally spring in way-too-many months. But I am glad for the beauty of it, and for the eyes to see it.