Sunday, March 8, 2009

River of ice



The northeast wind pushed sheets of ice along the shore.  I listened to the river of ice and watched as the ice sheets would catch, then buckle, groan, and crack.  Pieces would suddenly break off, pile up, sometimes sliding backwards along the unbroken surface.  

1 comment:

Elizabeth Halt said...

I always love the aqua blue color hidden in ice. It's one of the most beautiful colors in nature.