Winter always returns several times each spring and we always react this way. It's a tradition ... almost a celebration. Perhaps it’s that Protestant guilt thing we Americans supposedly have -- if we’re suffering, we must be doing something right.
But why suffer? Wintry interludes bring wonderful things, for example ice art. I found many intriguing pieces yesterday morning.
Ice photography is irresistible to me, and yet patterns in the ice were something I ignored until a cold morning a year and a half ago when I was walking along the Laramie River shooting photos for a winter blog post. Taking more time, looking more closely -- these are some of the rewards of photography and blogging.
"Round things" was a common theme ...
Below, blobs of water trapped in ice, floating around in search of freedom.
Enjoy. This may be Jack Frost’s last show for the season (or not).
|Short-lived ice on the Laramie River in early May.|
This is the latest post in what is becoming a lengthy series on ice art.