As I passed a large snag of driftwood I imagined two sentinels guarding a secret world. Today I was fortunate to have access to that world and the struggle between warm and cold taking place all around. The dark frozen surface of the lake was acting as a solar collector, releasing water vapor only to be grabbed back to solid form by the accumulating crystals. Any place that offered a slight break to the nearly imperctible breeze gave rise to miniature fortresses of ice.
Nature is the best sculptress. It is said that timing is everything. Today I was privy to a private showing of some of her most sublime work.