The full moon is dropping in the western sky--morning sun rising in the east. Long days of rain give way to bright blue.
The chill of another night's frost is just lifting--the grasses in the field dusted white.
Little pond has glazed over again.
The rim cracks and crunches as I sneak closer to see--the faintest green peeking from beneath crystals. The dark water so cold, it stiffens my fingers.
I would give a thousand warm days under gray skies for just one day like this.
Tales from the river bank
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The cracks and crunches probably sound as crisp as the air feels. My enjoyment of these sorts of sounds are always more keenly appreciated when they are the only sounds I hear.
You're so right. The world was still--except for my steps.
Stunning Photos and with the moon is bright like this . . . we always seem to get these cold temps! Great job Nina!
I can imagine the sound of still, quiet and the hearing only the sound you make...
Lovely post, Nina. Ice crystals are beautiful.
Wonderfully written post. I love that 1st photo...well they're all amazing, but that 1st one is just gorgeous.
I enjoyed your walk today. Lovely photos.
Nina,
I was taking a similar walk yesterday. I was thrilled with the beauty. I tried to get pixes. Yours are exquisite.
Both words and photos are so perfect, Nina. You feed my imagination so well. The pictures of the crystals take my breath away.
ooo... love that last picture especially much!
Simply Beautiful...
Beautiful ice patterns captured by you... I can imagine that walk in the silence, a dream!
Beautiful photos of the ice crystals.
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