Thursday, January 14, 2010
I never found ice to be terribly interesting until I lived next to a lake. Watching the lake go back and forth between ice and water is really really neat! I get accustomed to the lake being this flowing, moving body of liquid and then one day it's frozen in place. Literally and figuratively. Twigs just stick straight out of it. Dogs are running across it. People are setting up little ice fishing huts a quarter mile from the shore. It's all a little bit surreal.
Walking along the shore, I was also struck by the texture between the ice and water.