Morning dawned, bright, clear and cold. Only 17°F, with a -10°F wind chill, bone snapping cold. Over the whistles and groans of the 30 to 40 MPH zephyrs blowing around and through our fiver, the low growl of the Honda e2000i generator and the wail and snort of my aging Black and Decker coffee maker was the absence of the sound that has been a constant backdrop since the end of June.
Gone was the sound of water. No waves crashing the shore. Wavftelets gently lapped the shore no more. Loons no longer warbled insanity to the rising Sun. No plop! of a perch rising to snatch a mosquito from the mill pond smooth surface.
Nope. Just the eerie groan of wind waves driving the weight of a seven mile long s
heet of ice into the shore accompanied my coffee pot this morning.
And So It Goes...
heet of ice into the shore accompanied my coffee pot this morning.
And So It Goes...
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4 comments:
Sorry about picture placement. Broke the laptop screen and this is as good as it gets using the Blogger editor on a Kindle.
You guys are what I would call really hardy. Just the thought of that big ice sheet makes me cold.
I loved winter when I was younger and lived up north, but now I prefer the winters down here on the Texas gulf coast.
The photos are beautifully intriguing. I'm presently freezing here in the wilds of West TX. It's 19 degrees and I'm already eagerly anticipating spring. The older I get, the less I like winter.
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